The Frog

Last Night's Mistake

   Ambrose sat in his bed the next morning, staring at himself in the mirror, trying his hardest to process what he'd done the previous night. Blurry memories of Sorin's hands roaming his body made him want to turn himself inside out disgusted with what he had let happen. Sorin was a snarky, migraine inducing, selfish bastard and it made Ambrose sick to think he allowed himself to indulge in such actions with him.

     The prince stood, his feet pressing against the cold floor, sending a chill up his body. He shivered, shuffling to his vanity to run a brush through his hair just to settle the rat's nest that formed while he tossed in bed. As he glared at himself, wondering how he would ever move past this humiliation, he noticed his wardrobe opened behind him. He turned, eyeing it. He knew he had closed it the night before, the latch wasn't broken, so what had opened it? Light giggling in the next room, no doubt from his younger sisters, caught his attention moments after he realized some of his clothing was missing.

     Ambrose peeked inside, ready to scare them as they had no knowledge of his awakening. As he silently opened the door, sliding through a tiny opening, the mystery of the faulty wardrobe was solved right in front of him. In the middle of the room, all three sisters danced around, his clothes barely hanging on their shoulders.

     "What's all this!" Ambrose crossed his arms, cringing at the surprised shrieks that came from the girls.

     "You're awake!" Allison smiled, widening her arms to hug her brother. Despite the two being six years apart in age, they were roughly the same size, his clothing only needing slight adjustments to fit her frame. Ambrose shied away from the hug, not exactly appreciative of his belongings being ransacked.

     "You know, if you had asked me before you so rudely ravaged through my wardrobe, I would have said yes." Ambrose scolded the three of them, raising a brow and planting his fists on his hips. The girls snickered, watching their brother turn into their mother right before their eyes.

     "We did ask," Darcy pulled at the pants she took, tightening the string she used to keep them up. "You said we could do what we wanted."

     "And when did you ask me that?" Ambrose tilted his head, expectant of an answer.

     "We woke you up earlier this morning." Allison explained, picking up and holding Adeline.

     "Well then I wouldn't have been able to decipher the difference between a blueberry and Adeline!" Ambrose softly nipped at the smaller girl's nose, unable to stay angry at her. Adeline was only five, she didn't know any better. Despite being taught into having respect for others' belongings, she was allowed to make mistakes such as this.

     "That's why we wanted to ask you then!" Darcy piped up.

     "To trick me into allowing you into my wardrobe?" Ambrose took Adeline from Allison's arms, pulling the sleeves of his shirt over her shoulders as she was too small to wear anything other than a shirt.

      "Of course, it's the only way we're guaranteed that you will say yes." Allison smiled.

     "So then I should start locking my door at night? Ask Weylin to guard the door?" Ambrose ignored Adeline's hands digging into his hair, playing with it.

     "Why do you focus on Weylin? We have dozens of other, very capable knights and guards, Ambrose." Allison rolled her eyes at Ambrose's fascination.

     "Because I like him most, the others treat me like I'm stupid." Ambrose responded while keeping Adeline entertained, pretending to munch on her fingers.