They're on me like no time, touching my clothes, and yanking on my hair. It hurts, and I grit my teeth to keep from crying out.
Quill pulls me away from them, encasing me in his arms as he snarls. The Fae advisors stop their advances, King Dane huffing in annoyance.
"I only brought her here to show you it's possible for a lowly mortal to wield magick. That doesn't give you the right to frisk her. And Tulip, you better drop that wad of hair that you yanked from Lady Cecilia. She's come here as a guest and nothing more." King Dane said in a warning, the silence that ensued so loud, I could hear the slight land of a tuft of hair.
"It's only because I've never seen a mortal have hair like that." someone in the crowd insists. I can't see who though, as they don't step up from the others.
