Royal Jester

44. Mason

"What hotel are you staying at?" 

Mason glanced at Ana, swinging their hands between them as he laughed. "No fucking clue." 

He felt his girlfriend abruptly stop and looked back curiously, his face falling when he noticed her glare. "Mason," she began with a sigh and he cleared his throat awkwardly as she released his hand. "You at least know where it is, right?" 

"Ish?" He shrugged sheepishly. 

"Mason."

He gave her a sweet smile, "Yes, pretty girl?" He watched as she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyebrows raising as she stared him down. "What?" 

"We are literally walking to the car to go into town right now. Because you wanted to go to your hotel room instead of just washing your jeans." She walked past him a few steps, pausing to focus on him, "So figure it out. Okay, my love?" 

How could he say no to that? Besides, he was pretty sure that if he did he would be bitch-slapped. 

"Okay, baby," he whispered in return as he caught up to her. 

It wasn't like he was purposefully trying to forget where it was (he wasn't particularly fond of the feeling of dried cum in his underwear) but he'd been so focused on seeing her that he hadn't really been paying attention when he booked the room. 

He was kind of regretting that now. 

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Luckily Mason was able to give the driver directions to where he walked from to get to the castle; it was a little fuzzy and they took four wrong turns, but they finally made it. 

Ana was the first to get out of the car and Mason felt like pouting when he realized that the driver opened the car door for her. He realized that it was probably a part of his job, but he was her boyfriend now so technically it should've been his. 

"Oh wait- I know this place," Ana stated as she noticed the hotel building.

 Mason threaded his fingers through her own, lifting her hand to kiss the back of it. "Really?" 

She nodded, "Yeah. I think I've met the owner a couple of times." She tilted her head, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Let's go," she nodded towards the door. 

When they both walked through the front entrance, Mason heard an audible gasp come from the front desk. "Your Highness," his eyebrows furrowed as the receptionist bowed. "It's wonderful to see you." 

"I really should get fucking used to that," he murmured into Ana's ear and she giggled. He found himself smiling at the noise and he nuzzled into her skin with a small sigh. 

"Probably," she agreed with another small laugh. "It kind of happens a lot when you're royalty."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Mason had to remind himself that they were in public and adjusted so that he was a more respectable distance from Ana. "Would you like me to call the owner for you?" 

Ana shook her head, "That won't be necessary today. I'm actually here because of him," she pointed at Mason. "Thank you for the concern though." She smiled politely, inconspicuously tilting her head up as she mumbled, "Please tell me you know what room is yours." 

Mason couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. "I do actually remember that," he responded, turning his head to caress her nose with his. 

She pressed her lips against his then, so soft and sweet that it made him feel a little lightheaded. "Look at you," she kissed him again, "Remembering things." And once more.