The Frog Prince and His Servant (Completed)

Chapter III

-A Prince must always be loyal and true to what he does. He must never hesitate in his step and carry himself with pride. He must speak with confidence and cleverness. To never have a single doubt in his mind to know what he wants.

*Obviously the Prince was being clueless because he chose-

-Seriously must I sew your mouth shut? This can not go on through the whole story.

*Hmph! Well if the Prince had picked you in the first place...

-As the story continues, he came back from the bathroom.

"The water is nice and warm now," the Prince walks towards the bed I sit on.

"Thank you, your majesty," I stood up to head over to the bathroom until I notice the face he is making.

"Sir, why are you pouting?" I question.

"You are my personal servant, meaning you will always be by my side. I do not want any formalities between us. You will call me Jonah, or Prince Jonah in the presence of others. Nothing more. Nothing less. Am I clear?"

He's a weird one. I thought royals would be snobby and always must feel like they are more important than you. But Jonah is not like that, he almost made me feel like we are equals.

I nod, "Yes, Jonah."

"Good, now take your bath," he moves to lay down as I go for a well overdue cleaning.

The bathroom is a blinding white color. The wall tiles shone under the natural sunlight from the windows and the water in the golden tub is steaming hot. I shed my clothes, folded them leave them on the toilet's lid. I slip into the water, loving how my body is surrounded by warmth, unlike the coldness I have felt for a while now. After basking for a bit, I quickly wash my body before the water is no longer clear and hot. Once down I emptied the tub to refill it again to wash off the suds of the soap I used as well as to clean my clothes. So I did not have to walk out with only a small towel around my waist. I wring out the excess water and wore my damp clothes. It's not too bad, better than a small towel any day.

"You know there are towels for a reason, right?" Jonah chuckles as I exited the bathroom.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "The only towel inside was a small one. I couldn't come out wearing that. I don't feel comfortable showing my body around."

"Hm... Tell me, Henry, how old are you?"

I raised a brow, "Thirteen, why?

"Ah, so we are the same age. That's good."

"Good? How so?"

"Patience, my faithful servant. We must get to know each other first. Until then... Let me find you something comfortable to wear for bed. In the meantime, you may stay in the room next to mine," He leads me out and I follow but not before I had my gifts in back my hands.

It is a simple room, inside is a bed, desk, bathroom, the necessities.

"I hope it's all right," he says as he looks over the room.

I smile, "It's more than all right. Thank you."

He nods, "I'll come back with your clothes."

Sighing, I jump towards the bed, bouncing a few times before settling into the sheets. After a long day, the bed is beyond comfortable. It felt as if I were on a cloud. Heavenly. I set my paper book on the nightstand and clutch my horse close. My eyes began to grow heavy, I could just barely keep them open.

"Henry...?" I hear a voice say, but it slowly fades as sleep takes over.

JONAH'S POV

"I'll come back with your clothes."