Seduction of a Princess

Chapter Fifteen

Hmm, chapters five and ten were fairytales. This one isn't, though (and the next won't be either). Instead, we'll just have to do with what the morning brings, right?

I like the chapter, mainly because I always thought that the original scene was rubbish. At least, this is (somewhat) credible. Plus, I got the chance to explain a bit of magics...

Anyway, enjoy!

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          The morning came quickly, too quickly. June had longed to hold on to a bit of the strange peace she’d experienced yesterday, but that had proved to be impossible. And even though her dreams had still been good, unlike anything one would have expected after the recent events, she woke up with a feeling of dissatisfaction.

          It took her a moment to realize why.

          Terrrance was sitting just across from her, his legs dangling down from the wagon. He looked at ease, eating an apple in the morning sun. He had been humming, but as soon as he noticed she was awake, he stopped.

          “A good morning to you, my dear,” he said. “How are you feeling?”

          She rubbed her eyes. “I’m… good, actually. Where’s Marc?”

          “Walking around here somewhere. He is making sure there isn’t anyone watching us—he’s still afraid of spies, after all of this. But hey, I won’t complain. I’m just glad he’s not waving that dagger around all the time anymore.”

          He jumped off the wagon, landing on the ground with both feet at the time. Even though his arm was still in the sling, he still possessed more grace than June would ever have. He glanced at her, and smiled.

          “I hope I’m not being intrusive, but I must say… you look brilliant.”

          She blushed and looked away. “No I don’t. I must have bed-head.” She tried straightening her hair for a bit, but it felt messy, utterly incapable of getting into model. And she hadn’t bathed in days, and she was still bleeding from the shoulder. She glanced over at her shoulder, to see how the wound was doing; she actually wondered if they looked like bite marks, or just like a scrape or whatever...

          Terrance grinned as he watched her surprise.

          “You’ve… bandaged it?”

          Her shoulder was wrapped in white linen, much like how Terrance had bandaged his own arm. It didn’t really hurt anymore, just a slight sting when she moved, but the mere fact that he had managed to bandage her while she was still asleep was somewhat frightening.

          “It looked like the better thing to do; wounds should be bandaged, should they not? I didn’t want you to feel awkward or whatever but—oh, don’t give me those eyes! I didn’t feel you up or anything, I just made sure you were physically fine!” he defended himself.

          June couldn’t help but grin. Somehow, it was funny watching a werewolf defend his honor. Especially since he was pacing around, juggling his apple, biting it every once in a while. And all that from the comfort of her own little bed in the grass… She stretched her arms, not wanting to get up. If Marc would come, he would make her, but until then…

          She was just about to lay down again, close her eyes, when Terrance threw her an apple as well.

          “Bon appétit,” he said casually.