Naeme glanced over her shoulder, a pang in her chest, as the dancing resumed. She yearned for a bit of gaiety. All the man thought about was his responsibilities. He was Fae, by the Great Orb’s sake, where was his sense of fun? How could she have imagined for one moment that she could spend any length of time with Baylor? “You haven’t seen uncivilised yet. Don’t you think it’s strange that Puck’s absent?” “So? He is a satyr. Their preferred activity is to roam the forests chasing every maiden they can lay hands on.” He dragged her along. Her annoyance at not being given the time to acknowledge the greetings of her friends, past suitors and a few former lovers was growing. “He’s one of Titania’s pets, he is rarely far from her side—odd bit of coincidence, isn’t it?” Naeme stumbled when his implication sank in. “You don’t believe he’d betray us? Her? Puck adores the Queen.” She shook her head emphatically. “I don’t believe it. He is harmless.” “Just because satyrs live to drink and fuck doesn’t mean they can’t be tempted.
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