9 First Morning Together

Rays of morning light penetrated my closed eyelids causing me to stir in the soft, comfortable duvet. My head felt heavy with the throbbing headache, and my eyes refused to cooperate, allowing my body to enjoy the luxuries of laying in the bed for a few minutes longer.

But something miserable must have happened because my nose was blocked, and my upper lips felt swollen. All I could think of was having the lips of Mike Wazowski being sucked on by that bloody machine. Oh dear me, what actually happened the previous night?

However, before I could process my thinking, something long felt toasty warm brushed against my right forearm. What on earth is that thing on my bed?! It felt lifelike... Like a skin of some sort. But I don't own a furless cat or anything that isn't categorised as less fur.

Startled, instead of making a flight, my brain chose to fight. Yup, you got that right! I smacked that thing hard!!!

"Groaaan...."

"Eeeeeek!!" I let out a screech. What kind of animal is that to groan? Is it ready to attack me??

In fear, I scuttled backwards before I realised my bed isn't an endless mattress.

THUD!!!

My firm butt cushioned my fall, legs were still hanging in the air as my arms flailed about, trying to balance the weird position I was in. Survival instinct I guess, to protect my head from hitting the hard tiled floor.

The next thing I know, a golden-white fur was slowly approaching me from the other side of the bed. My hands were quick to grab the closest object next to me - a pillow, to defend myself!

Who is this intruder???!!! Where are my guards??!! Should they not barge in when I screeched? Does it not sound like I need help at all?

But then the familiar green-coloured eyes and the deep husky voice filled the room, stopping all my thought processes.

"Farah, you seriously can't stay still, can you?"

What is the meaning of this???

Yes, I remember getting married yesterday though the memories came rather belated.

Yes, I remember we argued here and there.

I remember talking to Papa as well.

Of course, I definitely remember, albeit embarrassing, crying in his arms.

But did something else happen?

My eyebrows raised, and my hands quickly did a self-body check-up even though I have no idea what I'm looking for. His strong arms extended towards me, and I could see him doing an eye roll.

Oh, the nerve!

"I'm not interested in doing a sleeping person," he voiced out.

Tsk!

"Can't blame me, can you? Since you have the ability to manipulate people's minds. Who's to say you weren't going to manipulate me???"

I'm right, right?

"If it was possible for me to manipulate you, we wouldn't be husband and wife right now, Princess. Plus, we already agree to be honest with each other. If it's this hard for you to believe me, then I won't bother explaining next time."

Yelp, he sounded bitter. He had been nothing but helpful and I accused him. I better apologise before things get worse.

"I'm sorry. Really. It's just... I... I have forgotten momentarily. That, and I'm still adjusting to waking up together with someone in my bedroom."

He disappeared from my view and appeared from the foot of the bed. He was wearing a loose white short-sleeve t-shirt and loose navy blue short pants. Weird. I rarely see people in their pyjamas. Correction - I have never seen anyone apart from my family wearing a pyjama.

Seeing a King of another Empire dressed down and not in his formal royal attire, I can't get used to it. My eyes just won't stop staring! Naughty eyes, Farah, you've got naughty eyes!! Look elsewhere! Or try not to be too obvious!

"Shall we get our day started and have our breakfast with the King?" His manly voice broke my dazed state.

"Err... We aren't expected to have breakfast with Papa this morning."

He looked at me quizzically but helped me up nonetheless, still waiting for me to explain further my statement. But I don't want to explain. The situation in itself is already self-explanatory. Unless...

Unless he wanted to prove that nothing happened? Or that he wanted to prove his reputation that he is still a dignified King even though a newlywed? Oh well, it's not like I have any problem with having breakfast now.

"Let me wash up first and we'll go together."

Boy oh boy, have I gotten a scare of my life as I saw my reflection in the mirror? My face is swollen!!! It's quite obvious that I've been crying the night before!!! How am I going to get rid of this swollen face?!

I walked out of the powder room feeling dejected. Wystan had already changed into a proper attire that is less formal, waiting for me by the sofa next to the door.

"My King... I'm afraid you have to go alone." My amber eyes were fixated on the decorated tiled floor, unable to raise my head. Embarrassed by what I looked like.

"Any particular reason?"

Well, what was I supposed to say? I don't want to leave a bad impression of him to the palace staff.

"I don't look presentable." Yeah, that sounds alright and true.

"I can manipulate the entire Palace on how you look if you want to," he encouraged after giving the scanned down.

My jaw dropped like never before. He would manipulate something trivial? How wasteful.

"No, I would rather not."

"I still need to talk to the King. Will it be alright if I leave you here alone?"

Tsk! No wonder rumours spread like wildfire when it comes to him. He's just a clueless, inconsiderate goose!! If Papa and my 'loving' spouse were having breakfast together and I, their princess, was absent, what would the people think?

"No."

"Sorry?"

"No. No, it's not alright," I said firmly.

"Any suggestion as to how we are going to eat and meet with your father at the same time?"

Silly, silly nincompoop!!! We are royalties, and we have other ways to have breakfast!!

"I'll have my handmaiden prepare our breakfast by our bedroom lounge, and I'll give Papa a call to join us."

See? Simples!