Page 211 of Hell Fae King

“Second, I want to personally thank the bridal candidates for participating in the Hell Fae Bride Trials. When we began this journey, my goal was to diversify our realm by welcoming female fae mates. But given recent events, I’ve realized that the methodology was flawed.”

Whispers erupted through the room, the fae surprised by Typhos’s admission.

But that admission was what made him such a good leader. He wasn’t afraid to own his faults. And more importantly, he wasn’t afraid to correct them.

Which was what he proceeded to do now as he announced, “The Hell Fae Bride Trials have officially come to an end.”

The whispers grew to louder chatter.

Chatter he halted with a raise of his hand.

“As you know, the gates are now open to our realm. That means the former candidates are free to leave. But I hope you’ll choose to stay. To welcome in our new era of inclusivity. To be part of a progressive age of the Hell Fae Realm.”

The energy from earlier returned, the fae buzzing with excitement over this proposed future.

That excitement only grew as Typhos announced that his council of kings—formerly known as his lieutenants—would reign in the truest sense of the word.

“I’ll be there to provide guidance as requested, but your kings will be your leaders now. Work with them to establish your entry requirements. Manage your portals. Do what you need to do to thrive. And know our Source will support you in whatever fashion you require.”

There were caveats, of course, ones I already knew existed. Cruelty would not be accepted in our realm. Fae seeking to rule in a vein similar to the way Nos had would also not be tolerated.

But generally, we wanted the fae to choose their paths. Pick their mates. Find their purposes. And thrive.

That included the former brides, whom Typhos offered relocation services to. He also said they could remain in the bridal camp for as long as they needed. Then he announced that I would personally be available to provide guidance to any candidates with concerns or questions.

I’d anticipated that last part. And welcomed my first task as Hell Fae Queen.

Well, second.

Removing Vivaxia had technically served as my first task.

By the time Typhos finished his speech, the room was abuzz with enthusiastic support. “It’s been a pleasure serving you all. Truly.” He gave a bow, the gesture one of great respect. Then he raised his hand, flames dancing over his fingers. “To the next chapter!”

He sent the Hellfire flying through the room, causing all the candles to sizzle and burn as the flames changed from orange to a glowing red.

Then his wings burst from his back, and my mate vanished.

Only to reappear right behind me, his arms circling my waist. “Now, Melek” was all he said before teleporting us back to our suite.

Which really wasn’t necessary. The coronation had been hosted in the ballroom of the palace. “We could have left like normal fae,” I told him.

“There’s nothingnormalabout us, Camillia,” he returned, releasing me. “Now lose the dress and get on the bed.”

Az ashed in with Ajax beside him, the two of them loosening their ties.

But Melek was nowhere to be seen.

I thought you were tying me up,I whispered to him.

His chuckle kissed my mind.Eager for my ropes, little angel?

Just wondering where you are, I admitted.

“Here,” he replied against my ear as he switched positions with Typhos. “Now do what our king asked and get on the bed, love.”

“I didn’task,” Typhos replied.

My lips curled, his impatience intensifying the moment.