11 The Palace visit

"Hello my King- what who says hello to the Kings?" ugh this is so frustrating. I'm in front of the mirror at dawn, posing and behaving in a Royal manner for my introduction.

"Your majesty, I greet you with utmost pleasure. I'm your daughter's mate- oh no no no, I'm gonna get kicked out in a second. Let's not get to the point so directly oka- WHOA!" I scream in surprise as the door to my room opens with a soft click. My werewolf instincts makes me jump a mile high at the slight sound, thanks to my sensitivity.

"Hi...uh you're...what are you doing at this hour?"

"Nothing, Jane." I breath heavily, sitting down on the bed.

"You should be asleep though. You're going to go to your parents, and they'll think I kept you up all night if you don't sleep well." I add on, making my adorable mate smile like the sun.

"No it's alright. I woke up because...You weren't beside me. Well, anyways, I wake up at dawn everyday." she says and waves the topic off, walking towards me and standing right in front of me.

"Hands around me..." she says demandingly, breathing heavily after. I do as she says and suddenly something in me snaps. Maybe it was the proximity, or its just my wolf's wall of control built underground for her.

"God Jane..." I whisper against her lips, taking in her lips and nibbling on them. It takes her a while to finally respond, and when she does, her hands linger on my shoulders and then take a long nasty tour around my body. I can feel her getting heated up as she feels my muscles, the ripples of my body amusing her touch.

"Hmm.." he pulls away with a muffled moan, catching me off guard.

"We should stop"

"Why?" I ask.

"Morning breath..."

Right.

I giggle at her consciousness about herself and let her be. If I'd say it's alright for our morning breaths tingling up, it'd be gross. So I let her shyly leave my room and get into hers to start the day.

After what seems like an hour, my mom calls us down for breakfast. And as per usual, she's made scrumptious amounts for the guest. Jane takes a deep breath at her last spoon of cereal and contains herself from burping.

I snort into my hands and look at her, nodding my head to say gesture that it's okay to be informal. It's her house too, after all.

Soon after, we both head to the castle for brief introductions about me.

And yes, I don't forget to face swap.

The perplexed facade that Jane carries all along the ride is humorous in a way. She's fidgety, and for a reason. We're going to tell her parents, the King and the Queen of wolfs, about our little accident yesterday.

Oh boy. I wouldn't be surprised if I would be beheaded for this.

"Hey. What are you thinking about?" Jane places a warm hand on mine and snaps me out of my mind space.

"Nothing in particular. Just know that I love you. I'm going to be beheaded for putting the princess in danger." I whisper in utter honesty, making her heartily laugh at my imagination.

"Oh stop it already Ron. The King and Queen are just as nice as me! Where do you think I get the good character from?"

"Can't say anything Jane." I state, earning another playful slap on my chest.

Sooner or later, the Royal chariot halts before the large golden doors of the castle. Vast structures of the the buildings I've never seen before comes into my view as I get down. I snap myself out and make a jog to the other side to help the Princess out.

"Whoa..." I accidentally slip the emotional expression out.

"You've never been to the palace?" Jane asks me softly, looking over at me. I make puppy eyed at her and shake my head as a no, making her coo at me and lean her head on my chest while she giggles.

"It's going to be fine. You're in the safest, most peaceful place of the entire world of werewolves, Ron. Don't fret it." she says, interlacing her fingers with mine.

"I don't fret it, Jane. I'm just waiting to get beheaded here."

And she snickers again.