Chapter 113: Nice View
Evanna sighed and rolled onto her side sinking further into her pillow, inhaling the woodsy scent that seemed to wrap around her and lull her into sleep. That woodsy scent.. She inhaled sharply and forced her eyes open after her heart shocked into gear, and she sprung up in bed. She reached out for her swords and looked around, feeling disorientated. With her hand flat on the mattress, she slowly pulled it away and placed it on her chest, feeling the thrumming of her beating heart.
Her mind was undoubtedly chaotic. It had been a while since she reacted in such a way- reaching for a weapon. Evanna blinked back the sleep as her eyes gazed upon the familiar room that was not hers. Why was she in bed? She scanned the room but could not find the prince. However, she noted how the sun was shining through the patio doors. What time was it?
Pulling the covers away from her, she let her feet slide to the floor, and she kept her footsteps light as she rounded the bed and walked towards the adjoined living room. But the prince was not there.
"* Good morning *"
Evanna jumped and spun around, almost jumping again as she squealed, covering her eyes with her hands. Arawn was walking towards her with his chest bare and a towel around his waist; steam floated off of him from the hot bath he must have had. His white locks were damp and clinging onto his face. She peeked through her fingers, and her mouth went dry as her eyes roamed down his body, taking in the hard ridges of his toned body.
Arawn chuckled, and she blushed profusely, snapping her fingers together again. "Please, put on some clothes!" She screeched. This man..
"Do you not enjoy the view?" He purred. His voice was very close; she knew without a doubt he was standing right in front of her now. Her fingers slid apart, her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and the first thing she saw was Arawn’s sharp features right in front of her, too close for comfort. She could feel the warmth radiating off him, the steam misting over her face.
"Ah!" She pushed him back and almost screamed again, feeling his bare chest, and spun around.
"I thought I was good looking, yet you are acting as though I am a vile monster?" Arawn said, stepping towards her retreating form.