Misunderstanding

Alone With Her Thoughts

Peach stumbled into her room, taking a few deep breaths. She knew she was overreacting, but it didn't keep her from feeling so strange about it. She was unsure of how things got from the unwilling captured and the vile captor to two young royals from separate kingdoms enjoying an evening together. It felt as though it was some kind of date, and that made her feel even worse.

"I need to get this off my mind," Peach said to herself matter-of-factly.

She decided to do that by walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower on its highest setting, taking off her gloves as well. As she let her bare arm in, she braced herself for a little sting from the hot water. Instead, her skin was scalded. Squealing and reacting immediately, she threw her arm back out. She turned the dial down extremely, where it would be near freezing in her home. When she put her arm back in, she was happier to feel the type of hot water she was used to.

"Volcano, right," she muttered to herself. "I should have remembered that."

She undressed as quickly as she could and hopped in, sighing dreamily as the warm water kissed her skin, like a lover's embrace. She let the water run through her hair and run down her skin in little trails for a while before looking for something to wash herself with. She found two bottles of what she assumed was shampoo and conditioner, as well as a taller, slimmer bottle that proudly boasted the fact that it was body wash.

She used the body wash first, a little more comfortable with using something that said what it was. After she felt her body was clean enough, she picked up the two bottles and chose the heavier bottle, having learned how quickly conditioner could become light in one's hand. She was correct to assume what it was, and it somehow smelled like peaches as well. She wondered for a moment if Kamek had put the shampoo and conditioners there, because they both smelled like peaches.

She giggled to herself, finding it somewhat funny how things had developed in such a short amount of time that day. Taking away the point in time that could easily misconstrued as romantic - which was something that she wasn't keen on thinking about - her time at the Darklands castle wasn't too bad. It was easy to remember the look on his face from before, the outright hatred he seemed to feel at the time.

Then again, it was also easy to remember his apparent shift in mood at dinnertime. She had felt so wonderful after her nap, and even better with the dress Kamek had created for her, even if the neckline made her a little nervous. It had been stunning, and it felt like Bowser had noticed that as well. She blushed, remembering the way his gaze seemed to burn her alive, but in a way that was anything but painful.

She pushed the memory away, not wanting another possible heart attack from the idea of a romantic prospect of her relationship with the Koopa King. Of course her realization that she was still in the shower helped her momentarily forget. She also noticed that the water temperature hadn't changed, though her fingers were pruning pretty badly.

"Thank mushroom for lava energy," she mumbled to herself.

She was then overcome with sleepiness, and looked at the clock. She gasped when she realized it was almost one thirty in the morning. She hadn't realized how long she had been awake, and now it was a heavy burden on her shoulders. Without dressing - what was there to dress in? Kamek may have been kind enough to give her a dinner dress, but he hadn't quite thought about sleep wear - and wrapping her fuzzy, warm enough towel tightly around her form, she slipped into her bed, which she suddenly remembered was simply heavenly.