Jason's POV
I returned to my room upstairs as promised, carrying a full plate of food. I waited for a response before knocking on the door and entering, but none came. I cautiously opened the door and looked inside because I was worried.
"Megan?" I discreetly cried out before approaching the space. Even though there were no lights on, there was a low-volume television show on. I recognized the well-known animated characters dancing and singing about being their guests as they moved across the screen. I quietly moved the steaming dish and the dining utensils over to the bed.
I grinned to myself when I saw Megan sleeping peacefully on our bed with her back to me and having the audacity to change into one of my shirts. She was curled up on the comfortable cushions with the blanket drawn over her body and over her nose. I softly shook her with my other hand while brushing my thumb over her face.
"Megan." I made another modest call to her. "Sweetheart, wake up."
She muttered something before gently sitting up. She exudes such natural beauty that it made my heart race at the sight of her. Her complexion was a faint shade of pink from sleep, and her hair was a little unkempt. I thought she was just the cutest as she raised her hands to wipe her eyes. She eventually spotted me as she was stretching and yawning, and she jumped.
I'm very sorry. In a state of fear, she hurriedly started searching the bed for anything.
You're not, I say. I grabbed the remote before she could, sitting next to her on the bed. I leaned back, turned the music up, and placed the dish in front of us.
"What?" Her eyes widened as she questioned me.
"There is nothing to be sorry about, so you're not sorry," She seemed ready to object to me, but she remained mute. I pierced a slice of steak with one of the forks and held it in front of her.
The question "What are you doing?" glancing at the fork in front of her.
I replied, "Feeding you," and brought the fork up to her face. Before attempting to remove the fork from my hand, she gave it a wary glance. After pulling it back, I brought it back to her face after waiting for her to put her hand down. She opened her lips to take the chunk of meat but stopped herself from reaching out again. I gave her the fork and then took a bite.
The question "What are you doing?" She requested once more after gulping down the food that had previously been in her mouth.
I grabbed a piece of steak and stabbed it before saying, "We are going to eat and watch this movie." I'll hold you and chat with you until we nod off, then.
However, why?
As perplexed as she was, I said, "Because that's what mates do." Did she fail to comprehend?
"What do they do exactly?" Scooping up some mashed potatoes, she questioned.
Well, they do a lot of stuff, I said, unsure of where to begin. They hold one another in high regard. They look out for one another, always ensuring that the other is secure and content. When they are upset, afraid, or simply want to snuggle up, they provide comfort to one another. Mates fulfill one another and provide happiness to one another. I completed.
Are you certain?
Naturally, I'm certain. Megan, I would never lie to you.
"Do I then make you happy?" She refused to look into my eyes. Instead, they concentrated on her hands, which were tremblingly experimenting with her fork. In order to get a closer look at her face, I reached forward and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
Indeed, Megan. You provide me with much joy. I enjoyed seeing her face change to a lovely pale pink hue, emphasizing her freckles.
"You change how I feel," Several seconds after my answer, Megan A muttered something.
The question is, "Different how?"
"I'm not sure," I said. Her brows furrowed in unison. "I find it to be very strange."
The question is, "Is it a good weird or a bad weird?"
"I think it's a good weird."
After that, we spend some time just enjoying one other's company in quiet. I was hardly seeing the TV while her eyes were glued to the movie. I was too preoccupied with how lovely she looked, smelled, felt, and had her lips brushed against mine. My hands twitched to draw her nearer because I thought she was too far away. I did just that, emptying the dish and placing it on the bedside.
I gently drew her into my arms and into the middle of the bed. I made sure my hold was flexible such that she could release me if she chose not to. She did not, however, object to this. Instead, she relaxed into my arms while we both watched the film's conclusion. I carelessly stroked my fingers through her silky hair, enjoying how it felt.
I admitted it to her, feeling as if I had been concealing it from her, "I took Lucy's title away today."
"Why?" Her fingers began to trace the contours of my chest, which were showing through my shirt.
I muttered something into her hair, "She continued behaving out of line. "I had given her simple punishments for her previous actions, but her behavior kept getting worse." I drew her nearer. She entered my office while you were asleep the other night, and I feel terrible for not informing you sooner. She attempted to push herself into me by demanding that I leave you.
The question "What did you do?" With a cautious tone, she questioned. I felt bad for making her feel this way since her muscles were tenser than before.
"She grew enraged and aggressive when I refused. I turned aside and told her to go as she started stripping off in her wrath. Before proceeding, I made a sharp seal, and I could feel her settling into my arms. "I felt repulsed and even nauseated at the mere prospect of seeing her. I also feel awful for having to inform you of this.
Has anything occurred?
"No! Obviously not! I never would!"
"So you don't have a reason to feel awful. You didn't do anything wrong. "I warned her before she went that if she acted up again, she would get harsh punishment. She talked poorly of you tonight and would not stop when prompted. I had had enough of her rude behavior. A high-ranking warrior will inspire young people to want to follow in their footsteps. They are idolized. Lucy was a negative influence, and if she disobeyed my commands, problems would only ensue.
"What transpired? now, then.
"You will be replacing her, of course, but only if you choose to." She shifted in my arms and withdrew so she could look me in the eye.
"Why me? I haven't had any formal training.
"That could be the case, but you defeated her. Additionally, you are more familiar with the rouges' tactics and fighting style than we are. We can teach you just as much as you can teach us.
Are you certain?
If I didn't believe you were capable, I wouldn't have asked or told you to do it. Additionally, as I already said, I would never lie to you. I held her close as I gently lowered her face to rest on my chest. "Are you willing to do it? Tomorrow is the first training session.
"Okay."
The movie's closing credits eventually started to scroll up on the screen. However, none of us got up to switch the channel since we were all too cozy in one other's arms. Her little hands were placed on my chest while mine were tightly around her. Her breathing was regular and slow, and the warmth touched my neck. I was happy that she was soundly sleeping while I held her like way in my arms. Another movie started playing, but I wasn't watching it in any manner. Instead, I was drifting off to sleep.