Face the Danger

After having the pasta prepared from the beautiful hands of the master chef Jane, we went straight to the bedroom and cuddled for more than an hour before falling into deep slumber.

The following morning felt marvelous waking up next to my princess, her scent felt first by my senses and I smile to myself. The smile slowly reduces to a fowl scowl, remembering yesterday.

She remains no longer a hidden princess...

I do understand the frustration the King must be feeling about this whole situation right now. He's been securing the identity of his beloved daughter ever since she was born. The Kingdom and the world knew it was a baby girl, a female heiress to the throne.

King De Cruz has done everything in his power to keep his daughter safe from danger...but my simple lack of consciousness put the princess into grave danger.

My body detaches from hers as the scowl remains on my face, turning the other side and facing the blank wall.

I notice her shifting in her place, probably searching for my warmth to get back into. My lip quivers when her small whine is heard other than our silent breathing.

I shut my eyes tightly when her leg wraps itself around my waist, her small hand around my shoulder and chest. Her weak attempts to turn me back towards her goes into the drain and I keep pacifying my heart, fooling it that everything is alright.

"Hey..." her groggy voice says. I have no energy in me to even wipe the tears that nest in the cavity beside my eyes but I'm being turned around in a weak attempt of the morning.

"Oh Ronnie..." The next thing I perceive is my face buried in her shoulder and her fingers in my hair as I weep my heart out.

[Girls, boys do cry. Please normalize this fact.]

"Jane I-" I try to apologize but she cuts me off.

"Shush...go back to sleep. We can be in the bed all day. Go back to sleep." her soft voice lulls be potentially and my world goes blank in the warm arms of Jane.

I wake back up a slight bit after the noon, the heat of the rays warming my room through the window which made me wake up from the unusual amount of warmth.

When I look up at Jane, she's still holding me whilst seating profusely.

"Afternoon."

"Hmm..." I hum as a response, moving away so that we don't kill each from the heat.

"Sorry. I couldn't find the remote for the air con (AC) around the room."

"That's okay. I had to wake up anyway..." I respond in a weak voice before kissing her head and stumbling forward into the bathroom to freshen up.

The folds of the pillow printed on my face tells me that I've slept well, and I certainly feel the same. I'm freshened up, and I didn't know I needed to sleep overtime until now. There was too much running and working in my stupid brain.

I shake out of my headspace and enter the shower.

Just when I was about to take my pajama pants down, I sense Jane entering the bathroom.

"May I join...?" her small, shy voice squeaks out.

I don't...think so...

"Yes." I answer simply and proceed to get out of my clothes.

I watch as her eyes widen to the slightest bit and her cheeks burn a deep red. I chuckle to myself and approach her.

"Hey, look at me." My voice tears her gaze from my lower part and abs to my eyes. Her face fits perfectly in my palms and I kiss her nose.

"I'm your mate, Jane. You can look at every inch of me and fantasize about me as much as you'd like." I bite my lip when I see her doing the same, her eyes going down again after I stop speaking.

"Because I won't hesitate to muse about you either..." I add on. Her eyes shut tightly and she pushes me away in the softest way. I am taken aback when she begins to unbutton her pajama shirt, the fabric cascading down her silky skin.

Soon we stand buck naked under the shower and the awkwardness slowly dissipates out of the window.

I feel nice, so I take her hand and dance under the shower goofily whilst humming a random tune I remembered from our car ride.

"Hehe, my Ronnie is back." I giggle again when she says that.

We shampoo each other and help soap our backs to one another before we washed it out. I was massaging conditioner onto her roots when she speaks up.

"Ron?"

"Yes, honey bear?"

"It's going to be okay. I promise. Papa's not going to be angry on you after you've saved his citizens. Moreover, I think he's going to appreciate you for being that selfless and risking your identity for the people. You know we're going to be fine~" she explains.

"But, Jane—"

"I know my father better than anyone in the palace, Ron. Trust me. It's going to be okay."

I blink my eyes a few times, my actions slowing down before I quit my headspace again.

"I'm trusting you, Jane."

"Good boy."

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"Looking crisp Ron."

"Thanks." now it was time for me to put on a blush. My ass is being slapped by Jane who looked at me with innocent eyes when I attempted to glare at her.

"What?? I said I like butts."

"Don't smack around butts in the palace too!" I say and fake a cry.

"You know I can't, genius. I have an image to maintain."

"Rightly said. But if you ever want to get comfortable, all it takes is a night's discussion with your parents. The people are going to accept you anyways because you're a sweetheart." I pinch her cheeks at coo whilst she remains silent.

I stick my hand out and she wraps hers around mine as we make it into the palace corridors, finally reaching the throne room, to where the King and the Queen were at the moment.

I'm trusting Jane with all of my heart. If she said she knows her father more than anyone and if she's right about what she said earlier, I'm probably safe. I'm in for some scoldings too because that's going to imprint in my mind, so that next time I act anything similar, I'd be careful.

All the best, to self.