Bedridden and helpless

It had been three more days since Jane had talked her heart out with her mate and also got her memories erased. The witch who had performed the spell on her fell ill, terribly ill as a side effect of messing with the most powerful piece of equipment in all of universe: The mind.

"I hate this." She mumbled, not so princess-like which made her mother mumble back.

"Princesses don't mum-"

"I know, mother. I know." The irritation laced in her voice was not new nor was it expected. Sighing, the Queen closed the bowl with a lid, walking away along with a few maids trailing behind her, leaving the princess all alone in her bed.

Sliding down on her mattress, she strongly sniffed the scent of him. The scent of them from a few nights ago which made her heart swirl with emotions. She was always forced to stay away from her near and dear ones when she needed them at times the most.

She waited for a few more hours, just like she had been these days. Until she picked her phone up.