The Frog

Wasn't I Pretty?

       Ambrose woke that morning, his head pounding. He had stayed up well past the time he usually would go to sleep, busy with acts he wouldn't dare speak of. A quick knock rattled his door, and him from his thoughts.

     "Come in." Ambrose called, forgetting he wasn't even dressed.

     The door shrieked as it opened, making both Ambrose and the visitor cringe. Ambrose raised his head again to see who it was, and to his surprise, Weylin came shuffling through.

     "Good morning your highness, I just wanted to address-" Weylin was cut short by the sight of Ambrose barely covered by his blankets. His back snapped up straight, his hand shielding his eyes. "Sir, you're indecent."

     Ambrose looked down, quickly pulling his coverings to his waist, his cheekbones turning a bright crimson. "My apologies, but you didn't seem to mind my indecency last night." Ambrose's stomach churned, regretting his words.

     Weylin staggered, shocked at the prince's words. "I would never-" Weylin began, unable to finish as he knew he was caught, he knew he had no excuse as bad as he wanted one. He felt humiliated, despite coming up here for this reason. He wanted to apologize, so why would he want to be so defensive?

     "Please, Weylin, just because you were behind a tree doesn't mean I didn't know what you were doing." Ambrose stood, wrapping his blanket around his waist. "I saw your hand down your trousers and I heard your groans from my room."

     Weylin covered his face with his hand, not wanting Ambrose to see the bright blush that creeped up to his face, spreading over his nose, his cheeks, his ears. It covered his face like a blanket. "Which is what I wanted to come up here." He began, almost wanting to just leave and never come back. "I wanted to apologize for my actions, they were disgusting and inappropriate."

     Ambrose looked at him, a single brow raised. "You're sorry?"

     "Yes sire."

     "So if you were to go back in time, you wouldn't have looked at me?"

     Weylin felt a lump form in his throat. He shifted his eyes, not quite sure how to answer. Of course he would take back what he did but he can't and to be truthful, he enjoyed what happened. He didn't want to lie to Ambrose, but he didn't want to look like a pervert.

     "Weylin." Ambrose snapped him out of his panic. "Are you going to answer me?"

     "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable, sir." Weylin subconsciously lowered his voice.

     "So, you would have looked at me?" Ambrose teased. It was entertaining to see how Weylin wouldn't look at him, how Weylin just couldn't stay in one spot.

     Weylin felt a sudden rush of heat all over his body, his panic starting to grow.

     "I would have done what was right." Weylin was satisfied with his answer and nodded to himself. "I wouldn't have looked."

     "What, was I not pretty enough to look at again?" Ambrose switched his words, watching Weylin stiffen up.

     "No, of course not sir!"

     "So I wasn't pretty enough?"

     Weylin felt a rush of irritation. "Your highness please, that's not what I meant."

     "Then what did you mean, Weylin?" Ambrose swayed, tilting his head. He knew he was getting to Weylin, he saw the frustration in his posture.

     "This is a waste of time." Weylin turned, reaching for the door. Just as he started to turn the knob, Ambrose squeezed himself between Weylin and the door.