***Rafe***
They all looked at me with wide eyes, then slowly they shifted to Poppy, then down to where I had my hand resting on her waist.
"Well? Im waiting." I snapped at them; my voice was a little loud for the small area we were standing in.
Once again, their heads shook, but they said nothing.
"Damien," I call his name over my shoulder. Feeling him step up next to me, I do not look away from them.
"Yes. Prince Rafe."
"Explain." Was all I said he bowed his head quickly.
"Surely," He straightened up. "They approached us, her." He pointed to the one in the middle, "She started saying things, like how could she get a mate like you, and about how all of us are giving her too much attention. When I told her to back off, she only laughed when I addressed Ms Poppy as Princess."
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