The Fairy king couldn't conceal what he was doing, not when Richard drew close enough: his hands were too obvious, outlines clear beneath Laele's top. He stayed there, focusing on the little girl's breasts, clearly having found what he was looking for. His hands cupped and squeezed her tender flesh while his thumbs spun lazily around her nipples, lightly grazing them. Now and then he gave them a pinch, attempting to elicit a gasp or moan from the little girl. And he didn't so much as slow down as her father approached.

Richard ground to a halt, his hand snapping up to his sword hilt. He glowered at the king, looking at him molesting his little daughter. "Hands off, now," he hissed through gritted teeth. All around him the Fae halted their revelry and stared, many of them menacing Richard with as much fury as they had before--or even more. And yet the Fairy king didn't budge. He squeezed Laele's breasts and met Richard's look.

"You needn't startle her," he said mildly. "This is everyday life for a girl like your daughter." The bulge under her had grown and slid up her back, pressed between her little ass cheeks. He withdrew his hands from her top and pressed them to her ears, deafening her. "You can't win, Richard," the king said quietly. "All you'll do is hurt some of us and terrify your daughter. She has the right to know what her powers are."
There was a pause. And then, the masterstroke just as the situation had hung in the air for a moment:
"Of course, if you don't want to let her experiment on you, we can use someone else."

Richard stood there, his hand clenching and unclenching on his sword hilt, looking at his daughter with a lost expression on his normally thunderous face.