Make Me Forget

The mostly sleepless night ensured he was tired enough to fall quickly into dreams. He awoke sometime in the morning, his arms still around the Princess before him. He kissed her forehead, feeling a strange thrill at the audacity of his action, and then rested his head on his paws. Closing his eyes, and waiting for her to awake. He did not want her to awake alone.

He knew when she was awake, for the first thing she did when she stirred was kiss his cheek. His lips twitched in amusement, before he regained control of his expression. It was too similar to the fondness with which he had kissed her forehead upon waking.

“Good morning, Lady Aslatiel. I’m glad I could help.” he said gently, opening his cool blue eyes to meet the brilliant lilac of her own.

And then of course, she exploded his world.

He stared at her in astonished confusion. “The… mountain that greeted us at the border?’ he confirmed, remembering back to the large, saber-fanged wolf that hat allowed him to stay. Earning freedom didn’t exist in his world, but nor did titans like that one start out as a slave. He looked like blood stock of a general or some sort. He scrunched up his nose… that meant that if Asla had been born earlier, she could have been born a slave? How did a wolf go from slave to king? No, that was much too confusing. He swept it under the rug, and ignored it. “If you did not already have plans for the day, my Lady, I had an idea.”