Layla Costa sat on the couch in the royalty living room. Her beautiful amber eyes narrowed to clearly annoyed slits at the man in front of her. She moved her light brown hair to the side in a vain attempt to momentarily distract her from the irritation…to no avail.

“Layla, my dear, how are you doing?” Ruslan Costa said to his daughter and then smiled.

“What do you want? Every time you ask me how I’m doing or call for me, it’s always regarding work. I also recall that your last small errand nearly got my ass blown off. I quite like the shape of my ass, makes all the cute boys stare. Point is, I’d rather not lose it doing whatever dumb shit you are planning.” Layla retorted with venom.

“Oh daughter, what will I do with you? Perhaps marry you off?” The king slightly threatened.

Layla’s amber eyes lit up with magical power. Small pinpricks of light dotted her iris in a beautiful lightscape…unfortunately the king thought otherwise, being the clear target of said power.

“I’d like to see you try old coot. Last time you tried this, an heir became a cute boy-toy for one of the more…eccentric ladies of the court. Being a eunuch tends to make them more attractive some reason. I wonder why?” She smirked while his brows furrowed in reminiscence.

“I’ll disown-” The troubled king started but was interrupted.

“Besides your highness, we both know that while you put on quite the show for the heroes, it’s not you who has the real power in this castle but rather her highness the Queen. If it wasn’t for her running damage control with the elves over the past three years, we would up to our heads in magic bombardments because of you…also need I mention the maid incident? She is still angry about that by the way.”

The king shivered. “But that was-”

“I’ll take that as a no.” She closed her eyes.

The king stood up fiercely. “YOU WILL RESPECT ME, YOUR FATHER. So help me….”

“Sure, when you are worthy of respect. That your highness, can only be earned and only by you. Let me know when you are man enough to confront your wife and stop running away from your consequences, and maybe that will change.” She smiled, putting the final nail in his coffin. “Doubt it though. Now, what do you want?”

The king sat down powerlessly.

“Your little sister is gone.” He said slowly.

“Ex-scuse-me?” Her irises lit up into mostly white specks. She was clearly angry, even if the grin plastered on her face said otherwise. The contrast was chilling the king immensely. “My baby sister is missing?”

“Not missing exactly…” Ruslan paused. “More like chasing after a boy?”

“Oho~” The venom was dripping from her words. The atmosphere was thick with killing intent. “And. You. Just. Let. Her?” The grin deepened further. “You do know that she is still recovering from the Zeno incident right? I doubt my baby sister is ready to interact with boys yet. In fact, if it wasn’t for someone who liked taking hard objects up the ass in the bedroom with his wife or with another certain maid that we won’t talk about, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Also her sense of values wouldn’t be so…eccentric.”

The king twitched hard, his face filled with horror. “H-how do you...”

“Doesn’t matter.” She looked at him like filth on the side of the street. “Based on your statement, you know where she is or where she is headed?”

“She’s… um…”

Layla tapped her finger on the couch armrest…slowly. She was visibly getting angrier with each passing second as the mana around her fluctuated immensely.

“She…may have…erm…snuck onboard the Inquisition carriage?”

“ah...hahaha…AHAHAHAHA! YOU ARE SO FUCKING SCREWED!” She burst into laughter. “Oh mom’s gonna fry yer fuckin nuts and feed em to ya. Oh GOD I CAN’T WAIT! HAHAHA!” She paused and looked as his face draining of color…then resumed laughing to add in a few kicks while he was down.

“Not if you get her back in one piece.” He pleaded.

“Hmm…I don’t know… I think you’d make a good eunuch. Though, eunuchs can’t be royalty, sooo I guess you’d have to watch someone who is actually competent plow mom every night. I’d pay to see your face when that happens.”

“Thirty gold.”

“You know; they say that losing your nuts makes you more feminine. Maybe you’d turn into a cute sissy boy? Wait, then you’d have a legit reason to like taking it up the ass. Win-win for you eh?”

“Fifty.”

“Three hundred. As much as I hate you and would absolutely cream myself on seeing you get cucked every night by mom…I suppose I have to help my baby sister…”

“Two hundred, I can’t go higher.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.”

“You….” The king glared at her. “Does she mean anything to you!? She is family!”

“She also skinned numerous people alive to physically get off on their screams…though she has changed a ton since then. Also, if I didn’t care, I wouldn’t even make a counter offer. Therefore, your argument is invalid, just like you are going to be when mom finds out.”

Layla looked down at the king’s hand. “However, I suppose~ I could take a hundred off for two of the rings you are wearing.

“You can’t take the royal sigil.” The king immediately shot back.

Wow…not even going to pretend to defend his marriage ring huh? What an absolutely disgusting piece of shit. Then again it probably doesn’t mean anything to him since he and that maid… or that time he was drunk and walked in my room, then attempted to…ahem.

“…Or my marriage ring.”

Uh huh. Afterthought. Shows how much you care, fucking bastard.

“Give me your rings of winds and earth.”

“These are worth thousands!”

“I don’t think you have the right to bargain right now.” She glared.

The king looked like he aged a bit. He looked down at the solid white and muddy brown rings thoughtfully and took them off. Turning them around in his fingers, reliving the memories when his wife gave these to him before he handed them to her.

She looked at the rings with a complex emotion in her heart, eventually putting them on. She looked at the rings on her finger and asked a question.

“And the two hundred gold?”

The king’s heart bled. He knew that he shouldn’t argue here. He may have been a terrible father, but at least he can try to get his daughter back. He called a maid over and asked her to withdraw two hundred gold from his “personal” funds. Sometime later, she returned with a small sack on a tray.

“When can you start?”

Right now if it means staying away from you for a long time…though I need some supplies and a horse. I could go through back channels to not leave a paper trail. Or rather, I would, but since mom already knows about what he has been up to…and listened to our conversation… She chuckled to herself, making the king nervous.

“I’ll set off immediately.”

She walked out of the room, leaving a relieved king to sit on the plush chair.

I don’t know why you are relieved Ruslan. You just sent your second daughter and mom’s secret heir into danger after letting the first wander off unnoticed. If you thought mom was mad before… The slightest smile touched her lips.