“Papa is here to take care of you,” Conrad cooed. Jess giggled happily. “Yes, you are Papa’s darling little girl, my precious Jess.”
“Papa,” Jess chirped.
“Yes! I am!” Conrad said, thrilled. With the charm Anya had used, she could only hear what was happening. She could not see any of it. But what she heard was concerning enough. Conrad not only was referring to himself as “Papa” to Jess and calling her his daughter, he was getting the former Prince to call him her father! Anya felt not just horrified but furious. How dare Conrad impose upon her parenting in this way!
Yes, Jess was not truly Anya’s child, but as far as Conrad knew, she was. And Conrad had no right to insert himself into the role of father for Jess when Anya did not ask him to do so. Anya wished she could use that cream from Lucille on Conrad.
Conrad returned with Jess in a clean diaper. Anya forced a smile as he handed the former Prince to her.
“Thank you.”
“It is no problem. I think of her as my own,” Conrad replied. He placed a hand on Anya’s shoulder. That hand then slowly drifted south to her breast. “Are you full? Do you need me to bring Jasper?” Disgruntled, Anya nodded. He was unfortunately correct. She could feel her breasts aching with milk. Conrad then kissed her on the cheek and left.
“He is so…” Anya whispered to Jess. She shook her head. “Some men are dogs. He seems to be one of them. But he is a Royalist and provides us with food and shelter, so there is not much I can do to him.”
“Papa?” Jess asked curiously. Anya scowled. She wasn’t sure whether it was the compulsion or the cream that was making Jess refer to Conrad as “Papa” even when he didn’t prompt it. But either way, she couldn’t let this overstepping slide. She was a powerful witch, even if her magic was still coming back to her. No normal man could behave to her in this way and avoid consequences.
She just had to determine which consequence Conrad should face.