Royal

Feathery Beds and Blankets

I groan and go to roll over on my bed. Only I completely forgot that I had fallen asleep on the couch and not my bed and end up tumbling onto the floor. I groan again because there is a terrible kink in my neck and my back aches.

My mouth feels like all the moisture has been sucked out of it and my eyes are crusty with sleep. All in all this is not shaping up to be a good day. Why the hell was I on the couch in the first place?

I huff and unravel myself from my cacoon of blankets and glare at the ceiling which has dancing rays of sunshine on it but I could care less Im cranky.

I stand to see a small curled up form huddled in the top corner of the bed. I feel all the anger flow put from my body when I realize its Peter. Who is slightly shivering and blood stains the white sheets. I make my way to his side of the bed and lean down to pull the covers away from his face.

I cringe when I see that his face is even more swollen and bruised his lip busted and puffy and bright angry bruises on both cheek bones. The only bright side perhaps being that the swelling around his eye has gone down.

I tuck the blanket under his chin and make my way to the door. A servant is walking by with fresh towels and bows when they see me.

"Your towels your highness may I set them in the bathroom for you and draw a bath?"

" No thats quite alright I will just take them. " I grab the stack of towels and the servant looks confused. " But could you um send up some breakfast I am quite starving this morning so be sure to send plenty of food and knock when you return." They nod and walk away toward the kitchen I close and lock the door before taking the towels into the bathroom.

I did partially want a bath but that would require a few servants hauling hot water in here from the kitchen and they would surely notice Peter if they did. Oh well I had a bath last week so I suppose its fine.

I walk back into the bedroom to see Peter stirring. I freeze for a moment not sure of where to be as to not seem awkward or scare him. I run out of thinking time when his brown eyes blink open and he stretches out and sees me standing there.

A lazy smile crosses his face and he yawns loudly. "Morning." He says his voice deep and scratchy from his sleep. Man I wish I could wake up to that voice every morning.

"Morning Peter how are you feeling?" I walk toward him and sit on the foot of the bed.

"Like I got run over by a team of horses, but I think I will live." He smiles weakly and I scoot closer slightly to tuck his hair behind his ear so I can see his eyes fully.

"Well you look a little worse for wear but at least your eye can open now." I say hopefully and Peter lets out a small chuckle.

" I suppose there is a bright side then. Where are we by the way?" He asks his eyes trailing over the bed and around the room.

"My bedroom. After the second attack I thought you would be safer in here where I can keep an eye on you." I see Peter's eyes widen in suprise and a slight red tinge colour his cheeks.

"That would explain why the bed is so comfortable." Peter jokes and I laugh. At that moment a knock sounds on the door and I press a finger to my lips to signal Peter to be quite. He nods and I stand from the bed ans open the door.

"Your breakfast your highness. Should I set the platter down inside for you?" The servant asks holding a giant silver platter.

" No that's quite alright I can take it." I grab the handles and pull it toward me the servant looks confused and tries to peak into the room. Before they can see anything I close the door with my foot and carry the platter to the bed setting it down at the foot where the blankets arent rumpled.

Peter scoots toward the delicious smelling meal and I lift the cover off the reveal a mountain of bacon, pancakes, eggs and fruit.

I swing onto the bed next to Peter and he laughs and holds up only a single fork and knife. " Guess they don't know that Im in here then." He says using the only fork to stab a chunk of eggs. "We will just have to share." He says laughing holding the fork up to my mouth.

I lick my lips and look at Peter for a second before taking the eggs into my mouth. They are delicious as always and I almost moan at the taste as its really good because Im starving. I didn't quite realize that I actually made a noise until I open my eyes and see the empty fork still hovering in front of me and a wide eyed Peter staring at me from behind it.

He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and shoves a mouthful of food in his own mouth. This time he hands me the fork to take my own bit of food. I take it and ponder my move before holding it up to Peter to take.

He glares playfully at me and opens his mouth to take the bite. I can't help watching the way his lips slide on the fork and how his jaw flexes as he chews.

I realize I am blushing a deep shade of red when Peter laughs softly. I just grab a peice of bacon and chew on it slowly to hide my embarrassment. What is this man doing to me?

Peter steals the fork and begins cutting up one of the pancakes. I finish my bacon when he has the entire pancake in perfect squares. He picks up one of the dripping buttery peices and holds it up for me to take. I try to without getting syrup all over myself but fail miserably by getting the sticky syrup all down my chin.

Peter laughs and uses his thumb to wipe at the syrup. I freeze when his thumb trails over my bottom lip. I feel my heart racing as I look up and see him staring at my mouth. I swallow the pancake thickly but Peter's hand doesn't move from my chin.

I slowly lean closer to him and I hear his breath hitch. He begins leaning closer as well and I let my eyes fall shut. When I can feel his warm breath on my face I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest.

"This is wrong." I hear him whisper and I can feel in pulling away.

"Wrong in the best kind of way." I say and grab Peter by his shirt and press my lips agaisnt his. At first its weird because his lip has a split in it and the bottom one is swollen slightly and Peter's lips stay unmoving against my own.

I make a desperate noise and pull nyself closer to him and finally his lips move against mine. I feel heat race threw out my body and my head feels light and dizzy. I feel like Im floating and the only thing keeping me grounded is Peter's lips eventually his lips break away from my own and I take a deep breath of cool air. My entire body feels overheated and I let out a suprised squeak when I feel Peters warm tongue lick my chin.

Which should be gross but it sets my body ablaze. "You still had some syrup there." He says breathless and I laugh so hard my lungs hurt.