Yours Truly

Chapter 16 part ii

Jenavive's eyes fluttered open when the first ray of the sun kissed her pale face. She yawned and stretched her body before sitting up on the bed. The princess moved the bed covers from her body only to see a gauze wrapped on her hand and ankle. She was now in a soft velvet night gown.

'Was I so unconscious that I don't know who changed my clothes?'

She looked to her right and saw Matthew sleeping soundly on an uncomfortable chair. His hair covering his eyes. His stubble had grown darker and his mouth hung slightly open.

Jenavive chuckled and leaned closer to him, trying to close his mouth.

It opened again.

The Princess was trying to suppress a laugh before she heard a deep voice that caused her whole body to tingle.

"Are you done playing with my mouth?"

She looked back at Matthew who was now staring at her with drowsy eyes. His head tilted slightly while his face had a sleepy smirk plastered on his face.

Jenavive blushed in embarrassment. That sentence seemed to wrong at many levels. She leaned against the headboard of the king sized bed and rolled her eyes.

"I was doing a favour to the flies, I didn't want that poor insect to end up in your mouth."

"A very cliched answer from a smart person like you- I hope you didn't lose some of your wits in the forest."

"Unlike yours, Mr. Reynard, my wits are glued firmly on the top chamber of my body. They think coherently instead of blaming people for things they didn't do."

"I apologise, O.K? You don't need to keep on taunting me about it." The Prince huffed in frustration. He had never apologised that much to anyone in his whole life of 30 years.

"You reminded me of my past. Am I not allowed to remind you of your mistake?" She looked straight ahead with an impassive expression.

"... I was jealous," He admitted. "The thought of you being with someone clawed me to death ― I lost all my coherence to the situation."

Jenavive remained silent.

"Forgive me?" Matthew asked, hopefully.

"I will," She looked at him with a serious expression on her face. "If you tell me who changed my clothes."

Matthew's lips twitched in mischief as he folded his arms and leaned against the chair. "I did."

'What?'

Jenavive's whole face turned into deep scarlet colour. "You are not serious, are you?"

"Of course not, I'm Matthew. You have a beautiful body." He winked.

Jenavive was not flushed with embarrassment and anger. She sprang from the bed and held him by collar, "How dare you?"

"Jenavive, I came here last night, you were still unconscious. I wanted to check if you ―" The King entered in the room and froze.

Oh.

Awkward.

His eyes shifted from Matthew to Jenavive continuously. Jenavive was straddling on top of him, holding him by the collar.

"Am I in the right room? Of course I'm in the right room!" The King laughed nervously, "Maybe my timings were wrong. I'll just go check on the renovators. G'day!" Donovan turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Silence.

They both looked at each other. Their lips so close that if one of them moved closer, their lips would touch.