She frowned, piling food on a plate as Deucalion came downstairs, dragging a towel over his hair. "Well, you don't have to rush. I'll be fine using Deucalion's for a while."
He bowed. "Of course, your grace." Then he bowed to Deucalion. "My king." And then he was gone.
Shaking her head, Ren put food on another plate for her and sprinkled powdered sugar over all of it. "I swear…are they always going to be like that around me?"
Chuckling, Deucalion sat at the bar. "Honestly? Probably. When it comes to formal respect and adoration, the queens are usually the ones honored with it. Especially if they deserve it."
She looked up at him. "Was that a compliment that didn't pertain to my ass?"
Grabbing his plate, he shrugged. "Maybe, but don't look too closely into it. It's just obvious that th
