Training: Day 2

Jane knew better. She had her responsibilities as a princess and simply set her priorities up for tonight.

But the list seems to crumble down when her mate starts whining, yet again, while rolling on his stomach and sides and back again on his stomach like a baby.

She was starting to develop a headache.

"Ronald, babe please. Just a quarter hour more, and I'll be done." She couldn't have it in her to ruthlessly tell him to shut up and glare at him. That was because, he was being impossibly cute and she admits that he is being cuter than her.

"Babieee!" He whines again, pushing her to the edge and she has had enough. Slamming the book close and placing the pens back rather haphazardly, she turns around in her seat and gives him a look which sends chills down a normal alpha. But Ronald was not a normal alpha. He was the weird, abnormal mammal who knew how to tick off people perfectly.

She brings her glasses down, accepting her fateful defeat as she throws herself onto the bed, immediately huddled up by the warm living teddy bear.

"Off the lights and open the windows, please."

"Anything for you princess." He giggles and does as told without moving a muscle. She looks at him and judges his laziness, but if she was in his place, she would've done the exact same action.

Jane hums, finally turning around and burying her face in his chest as he makes a cute sound. She is almost tired of him being cute.

Being cute in this relationship was her job, but, she can never ever get mad or angry with her mate. Except for the times she feels like it, though this one issue is too petty and tiny to get mad at him.

"Stop it. I can hear you." He calls her out, a small pout featuring on his lips.

"Not guilty." She sasses, hugging him close to feel good. His pheromones always had a calming effect on her and never failed to do its job. Almost one month into a relationship and they are behaving as if they are mid-adults married for a decade already.

The next morning, Ronald is off early in the morning, even before the early bird of the two is awake, for his training.

She wakes up being all cold and lonely, and she reminisces the says when she was mate-less for almost three long years. She was under tremendous pressure. The nation, and the whole world was talking about her but luck was never on her side for three years.

That was until when she met her mate through an intentional accident. She still remembers that day, at the sauna when he randomly burst into the sauna room full of ladies and girls.

She laughs at the memory, the visuals and everything fresh in her mind as if it happened just yesterday.

"Ah this guy will make me mental in no time." And he would, surely.

On the other hand, Ronald was just getting done with his practice today. The session upgraded to a new level wherein the contenders used weapons.

By weapons, we mean blunt staves.

The trainer mainly focused on attacks, observing Ronald's techniques and throwing in quick suggestions and staying by his side.

By today, Ronald's ego was multiplied by ten as he defeated Gerald, yet again, leaving him fuming and all.

Now he was walking back to his princess's room but found himself frowning at the lack of her presence. He sighed and slumped on the bed, trying to regain his energy with a small nap and ended up skipping a shower eventually.

His nerves were a wreck as he threw on black slacks and a navy blue button up shirt, topping it with a denim jacket. Making himself look as if he hadn't hibernated awhile ago, he makes his way towards the library rented for him for his tests.

Today, in the evening, he had an IQ test. He was partially sure he could ace it, without flying colors but that was fine. His main goal was to be humble and not to cheat.

And the king made sure of it.

So when Ronald had reached the library and closed the doors on orders, he saw a few witches working on a brew at the the corner of the gigantic room.

"Welcome, my boy." The king gave him a short hug, to which he returned with unexpected grace.

That was because he was trying to cover up for the foul smell of sweat radiating from him mixed obnoxiously with the rich cologne.

Damn I should've used the deodorant instead. He mentally slapped himself for everything, the sequence of mishappenings inking him. He was bound to be calm, else his IQ grade would unapologetically drop to which he will be mocked and taunted for.

"Sit down." A witch with a gruff, old voice instructed him. He watched as she brought a foul smelling liquid close to his mouth with weak and shaky hands, yet her hold on his neck was firm as she titled the glass and dunked the liquid in his mouth. He almost gagged at the warm, ugly smelling substance gliding down his throat and released a disgusted burp.

His face contoured funnily and the men apart from the witches in the room stifled their laughter as to not offend him.

And there it was.

"What the hell is this?" He asked out of curiosity, his face still disgusted as the bad odor resides in his mouth and throat.

"A special brew to strip you away from your elemental. You will get in touch with your elemental within an hour." The old witch explained, setting her hood and turning away from him. His face is looking ten times comical now.

"Your majesty, I recommend to start the test right away." Another younger witch suggested to the king.

Upon a dictation, the set up was performed and Ronald was requested to sit in front of a man, his hair tied up in a man bun and googly glasses sat on his nose.

He was a human, for sure. These species were the most intellectual of all. Highly curious, gracefully basic.

And so, his test started right away.