"No, no... well, he's quite fair... beauty connoisseur… and he won't disfigure you, cutie. Well, actually, our Lord has the status of God and he controls all the magical energy," Jamien explained out loud, having heard my thoughts. "So everything is quite adequate!"
"And this black-winged one is not by any chance the son of your Lord?" such a suspicion crept into my head, remembering the description of the ruler from Eurol's words.
"Perhaps... it's age appropriate, this young man is only twenty years old, and he comes from the same planet, has destructive power and has the highest status. Queen's Husband! I'm not very pleased to say that my friend somehow quickly entered into a relationship with him. I didn't expect this from him."
"Do you judge him or are you jealous?"
"Well, no... I have nothing to complain about at all. I'm glad my new life…"
After gaining royal status, I was assigned a mentor named Adivaris, who was responsible for my mental health. I spent a long time trying to comprehend what such a position meant... considering how amazingly handsome this muscular man of a strong physique was. Snake-like streams of silver, well-groomed hair flowed over his broad shoulders and… those incredible glowing eyes! Bright turquoise transparent like the ocean of my home planet. Oh no, don't fall in love with him! But he is so good-looking...
He arched his wide eyebrows in puzzlement at my thoughts and launched into extensive explanations about his participation in my personal life, from which I understood that Adivaris wishes me successful assimilation into the society of the winged ones and will try to make me happy.
"I know that you really liked the princesses," he noted with a meaningful smile. "This makes me happy... so one of these days I will arrange a reception for you with several girls so that you can get to know each other better."
"But they... didn't like me!"
"And where did you get the idea?"
"I have a tail!"
I pointedly patted my tail on the floor while sitting in the chair.
"And what?"
"I don't know how to make love with your women... which never met!"
I probably looked too confused, because I did not at all expect such a turn of events and Adivaris laughed heartily.
"How funny you are, my sweet sea horsy!"
… What kind of affectionate epithet was it? He liked me?
"Well, you'll figure it out somehow! The girls are very experienced and will probably be able to excite you. You have something long and hard inside your tail, right?
...What a vulgar fellow!
I was excited about the upcoming event, remembering what fake smiles were on the cute round faces of the princesses.
However, five two-legged creatures in fluffy dresses began to flirt with me when they showed up at my reception, sitting around me in chairs.
"We heard that you are a hermaphrodite and very loving," said a princess named Mircea shamelessly, staring at me with icy cold blue eyes. "Did you like our men?"
"Yes, and women too..."
"Why didn't we notice your sympathy for us?" Blonde Cirnia, who looked very much like Irinel, winked slyly.
"It seemed to me at the coronation that I was disgusting to you, like a alien creature with a tail instead of legs."
"Well, you shouldn't have thought so about us, we smiled at you with all our might," said green-eyed Emida. "Your face is amazingly beautiful..."
"So maybe you're in love with someone?" the languid-eyed Khleleya remarked.
"Don't say it's in Eurol," Kalema's thin voice rang.
I tried not to show my embarrassment at the insight of the lovely girls, who looked alike. I adored each of them, but communicating with them was a challenge. They saw through me, noticed my glances towards the prince at the coronation… then I hid my thoughts.
"I'm thinking," Mircea emphasized ironically. "So, you are still in love with him. Told you, girls! He also fell into his love net."
They giggled together in loud voices, making me nervous and I began to make excuses:
"I saw how you all surrounded him and enjoyed communicating with him... Why is he so good for you?"
Enthusiastic answers immediately poured out of their charming scarlet mouths:
"He is inexpressibly divine..."
"Eurol is such a gentle lover..."
"Incomparable... sensitive..."
"Sweet... affectionate..."
"He knows how to please the way we love..."
…Oh yes, it was simply impossible to listen to... so they praised him... I agreed with them... Of course, I became envious and I said ironically:
"And what, since he is so perfect, no other man knows how to please women?"
"It's very comfortable with him..." was the strange answer of one of the princesses.
"Only he rarely visits us..." Mircea added. "At least we talked to him..."
"Why is this so?"
The girls looked at each other and became sad:
"This Gedeon has tied him to himself and doesn't let him go even a step. He is jealous and drives all his fans away from him. Apparently he doesn't come off from him… He doesn't want to sleep with us anymore, and he's taken our favourite for himself. Scoundrel! Owner! This cannot be done in our society. We have already complained to Adivaris, but to no avail!"
… It became more clear to me why Eurol rejected me so categorically. Not because of my tail! That Gedeon is something in bed apparently. How I hated him!