Carry Me Like a Princess (III)

With a groan, I pulled my blanket over my head, trying to block out the glaring sun that entered into the room. Usually, Coco would have closed the curtains for me, allowing me to sleep in a bit longer. When I tugged on the blanket, I felt it stuck under something. With a defeated groan, I rolled over towards the side and opened up my crusted covered eyes.

What welcomed me with bright, enchanting eyes was Phil's, who was staring softly at me with a smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

I stared for a moment, trying to figure out what was going on. The thought of seeing Phil's face the first thing in the morning wasn't something that usually happens, and the last time I remember seeing him in the same bed was...ah, I just realized. My head snapped towards where my hands were and noticed that it was entwined with his.

"Ehhhhh?!" I yelled, realizing I had done it again. Letting go, I pulled back my hands, but Phil snatched it before I could take it away.

"What's the rush?" Phil coyly replied, "You wouldn't let me go last night, and now you want to take it away? I was getting quite comfortable, you know."

"I-I-I-I-I…." Stuttering hard, I didn't know what to say. My cheeks flushed red; all I could think about was how stupid and bad my sleeping habits were.

"Are you okay?" Phil asked, wiggling his way closer, causing me to freeze. He then pulled me into his arms and patted my back as if I was a child. "It's okay, I'll keep you warm like you wanted." He snickered, knowing full well that I wasn't going to say anything for the moment. It just was too close that I could feel the warmth of his body, which coincided with mine, making me flush.

What was worse was that he had a nice smell to him that tickled my nose, which caused me to unconsciously sniff him. He reminded me of pine needles and the sweet scent of apple cider. Without realizing it, I took another inhale of breath that hit me harder on his scent, causing me to cough a couple of times.

"Calm down," Phil grumbled. He snuggled his head into my neck and just laid there, breathing down my back. "Just a couple more minutes of sleep." He started to doze off, leaving me stuck in his arms.

I stupidly lay still, unsure what to do. There was a time when I would've kicked Phil off in a split second or kicked him hard, but the warm cuddly feeling that I got from his hug was actually starting to make me lull back into sleep.

The thoughts in my head were warring with each other to either kick him off or just sleep in his arms that gave off the warm comfort of safety that I haven't felt in a long time. My mind became sluggish, and without realizing it, I snuggled closer as my eyes started to droop back into sleep.

Time flew by as we slept together for a couple more hours until a loud banging knock could be heard from the door. I bolted awake, smashing my head into his chin, causing him to bolt awake startled.

"Ugh!" Phil threw back his head, fell on the ground, and groaned in pain as he rolled around on the ground.

On the other hand, I had a throbbing headache from the sudden headbutt that I thought I saw a bit of white spots. Flopping back onto the bed, I couldn't move as I brought up my hand to rub the pain away.

"Young mistress?!" One of the maids squealed in surprise when she saw our spectacular headbutt. They rushed over but were stopped by Phil's angry glare, which made them freeze in their tracks. They weren't sure what to do but watched because they feared Phil. The deadly glare that he gave them could ice over a whole room, and the power that he let out specifically towards them was bone-chilling scary.

Phil pushed himself up, patted himself as he straightened his clothes, and frowned. Then he swept his gaze back towards me, rubbing my head and squirming around from the pain. When I eventually stopped, tears were running down my face.

"What is it?" I sniffled, frowning at the sudden wake-up call.

The maids didn't reply, scared by Phil's intimidating aura that set them on edge. They looked at me and gazed back towards Phil, still silent at the whole situation.

I annoyed them. "Why are you standing there? Is something the problem?"

Finally, one of the maids spoke.

"Young mistress!" The maid called out towards me in panic. "C-c-c-coco!"

I glanced up at them, unsure why they have just called out Coco's name. "What about her?"

"She's been kidnapped!" The worry in the maid's voice was filled with concern that I instantly knew that it was serious. What I noticed about the maids was that they never worried about Coco. They knew that she was a mighty monster and compared to them, they were a rank or two lower than her.