Standing in between the fay king and Myra, I watched as each and one of the guys stepped forward to greet me. It was an awkward ordeal, smirking, flexing their biceps. One turned around and bounced his as up and down, while another showed off his ears like they were laced with gold. I was supposed to pick five of them, while the king picked another five. I had no idea whom to pick. I didn't want any of them, no matter what the king or Myra said. Over half of them were still staring at Myra. Either eating her up with their stare, flirting and showing off to her, or just flat-out ogling her breast, I rolled my eyes end decided just to rip the bandage off. I need to play nice until I have a plan. Can't risk being locked up somewhere or forcibly married off to some bulky horn dog with pointy
