Chapter 23: Trial of Inner Face
Finn looked at Majestria, dead-eyed and hollow. "So you want me to..."
Majestria nodded with regal certainty. "Precisely so."
"Carry me too!" the elf chimed in, suddenly wedging herself into the conversation with way too much excitement.
Majestria snapped her head toward her. "No! Only I can ride him. You’re wearing boots. I’m barefoot like a tragic princess."
Finn sighed like he’d aged fifteen years in five seconds. His whole existence had become one long cry for help.
Arsenio, still alarmingly cheerful, clapped his hands. "Then let the climb begin!"
Majestria immediately leapt onto Finn’s back with all the grace of a falling bookshelf. He staggered forward, nearly face-planting. "Damn bitch..." he muttered under his breath, his knees buckling under divine entitlement.
"Let’s go, Finn," Majestria said sweetly, completely ignoring his pain.
The elf crossed her arms, pouting. Her choker glowed faintly with disappointment and... something else. It didn’t help that seeing Finn carry Majestria was, for some reason, weirdly hot.
With one groan, one smug goddess, and one dangerously aroused elf behind him, Finn trudged forward.
And together, they followed Arsenio straight into the yawning mouth of the tower.