"You do as well," Moloch told her. He bent down and kissed her hand. Aada felt her cheeks warm again. Gods, she was acting like one of those giggling maids at court. He was just a man, she told herself. There were plenty others about. He was nothing special. Even though she told herself that, she knew it wasn't true. He wasn't just another man. Even without his titles, he would never be just another man.
"You must be the most fascinating woman here, princess. Not many people can adapt so gracefully."
Fascinating? She was not fascinating. The Fae, they were fascinating. They were creatures of magic. How could people not be fascinated by the Fae? She paled in comparison. She was not made to be fascinating, that had never been her purpose. And yet Moloch believed that she was.
"Adapting is the nature of court. But thank you, Your Majesty."
A servant came with drinks for both of them. Aada took hers, thanking the servant. She took a sip. She wasn't aware how dry her mouth had been until the liquid flooded her mouth. Moloch drained his drink. Aada smiled. There were so few airs with this man. The more time she spent with Moloch, the more she was looking forward to visiting Drake.