Stinger won't tell him much.
Not about the little Majesty, not how she had ended up realizing who she was, not what lead her to have Stinger and Kiza belong to her. And Caine thinks that it's the time spent apart… No, he knows it's the time they had been apart. Two hundred years is a long fucking time and though Stinger and Kiza treat him as if he no different, the fact that they've kept so quiet on how Jupiter Abraxas had come to own them...
It bothers him.
More than his right. But he's trusting Stinger. He can only really trust him and hope the actual person they work for isn't going to screw them over too much.
"Mr. Wise," her voice is soft, and the little Majesty is looking at him expectantly.
Caine wishes… He doesn't know. Wishes that he understood the situation better. For Stinger, sitting behind the young Queen arms crossed, not look as someone had pissed on one of his honey hive.
"Your Majesty," his voice is stiff, a direct contrast to her. He bows, just as stiff as his voice.
She smiles. It's a pretty one. Perfect and small. Her different eyes gleam, iridescent glow of jewels on her skin. She's in white today. It, like the last time he saw her, shows how small she is. Loose abundant fabric that seemed to swallow her up. It looks like clouds have condensed around her, exposing only her head and her hands. Her hair was in two buns on the very top of her head, and it made her look even younger.
"I hear you have refused a medical evaluation."
A little brow lifts.
Caine suppresses a growl. She owns me.
"I am physically able, Majesty."
"Caine," Stinger starts, but the Queen lifts her hand.
Stinger stops.
"You are physically able?"
"Yes," he hopes the matter is dropped. That should be what the Entitled should care about.
She tilts his head. Then, in a smooth motion, she stands up from her little throne. She moves with the grace that isn't something that was trained into her. It is innate. She moves and it takes all of Caine not to growl as she approaches.
"You are able to perform any duties I assign to you?"
"Without fail… Majesty."
She comes closer, and closer until she is just a breath away. Caine feels every hackle he has rise. She drops to her knees. The Human girl does this and touches his face, small hands gentle.
Caine waits for the blow and knows that he will come. Somehow he has pissed her off and this odd show of gentleness is the calm before the storm.
It never comes.
"You may be able to perform your duties, but you are not in peak physical condition. I cannot give you your wings if you are not able to sustain them. Do you understand now why I need you to have your Medical evaluation?"
He looks down at her, for when they are kneeling together her apparent age is highlighted.
"Do you want your wings?"
"Yes," the answer is simple and off his tongue before he can stop it.
She rises in the same moment.
"Report down to medical, Mr. Wise."