He learnt from his brothers that Molly was recuperating well and could finally ambulate independently. However, he desired to witness it personally; he became irritated that Abel and Ashton had visited her. Particularly Abel, who frequently visits her. He suppressed that irritation deep within as he proceeded to sit on his bed.
Molly cleared her throat and clasped her hands together as they remained silent.
“May I pour you some tea, your majesty?” she enquired, gesturing towards the table across the room that held the tea set.
He directed his gaze towards that direction and then returned his attention to her.
“Affirmative,” he murmured. She proceeded to accomplish that task without delay.
Zayden asserted, “She requires rest.” “Cease imposing work upon her.”
“Serve yourself some as well,” Jayce remarked, disregarding his wolf.
She halted and cast a glance at him; her eyes were wide and perplexed.
“Pardon?” she enquired, blinking at him.
“I instructed, ‘Pour some for yourself as well,'” he reiterated, somewhat more slowly.
She began to protest but promptly closed her mouth and complied with the instructions given. He observed a myriad of questions manifesting on her face as she presented him with the teacup. She held another teacup in her hand and cautiously sipped the tea.
She inhaled the steam from the tea, and her shoulders immediately began to relax.
“Is there anything else I can assist you with?” she enquired as she placed her teacup on the table.
“No,” Jayce replied, locking eyes with her. “The maids will manage all remaining tasks tomorrow.”
She raised her eyebrows momentarily as she contemplated his words. She averted her gaze and focused on her feet, her lips forming a hesitant frown.
Jayce placed the tea on his bedside table and began extinguishing the candles in the room. Her eyes expanded once more as she adjusted her posture.
“Permit me to assist you, your majesty,” she stated promptly as she approached him at the final candle he was about to extinguish.
“Halt,” he commanded her; his tone considerably more severe than intended.
She halted abruptly and lowered her head, her hair cascading over her face to obscure her features.
“I apologise…” she murmured.
He cleared his throat and returned to his bed to recline.
He disrobed and reclined onto his bed. He reclined supine, one arm positioned neatly alongside him while the other rested over his eyes as drowsiness enveloped him. He could still sense Molly scrutinising him warily from across the room.
After a brief interval, she approached his bed and commenced rearranging his blanket and pillows. He swiftly seized her wrist; she inhaled sharply at the unforeseen contact and the accompanying intensity. He drew her into his bed, and she inhaled sharply as her head collided with his chest. He maintained his arm securely around her to secure her position.
He shifted his head to prevent her hair from obstructing his view, yet he declined to let her go.
“Please…” she was on the verge of imploring him to release her, but he interrupted her with his own words.
“Simply retire for the night.”
…
I was uncertain at which moment I succumbed to sleep. Prince Jayce succumbed to slumber with relative rapidity. He restrained me throughout the night, maintaining a firm embrace and positioning my head on his chest as he slept in that posture continuously.
My body trembled as fear engulfed me; however, he subsequently fell asleep, leaving me perplexed regarding his intentions. What is his motivation for wanting me to engage in s****l relations with him? He did not even make an effort to engage in s****l intercourse with me.
I presumed he summoned me to his chambers to perform certain maid duties, but that did not appear to be the situation at all. Whenever I proposed to assist, he would decline or undertake the task himself. It was peculiar that he invited me to join him for tea last night, yet I endeavoured not to overanalyse his motives until I ascertained his intentions regarding our meeting.
When he seized my wrist and drew me onto his bed, I anticipated that he would attempt to assert his desires upon me once more. I would have been incapable of stopping him this time; I was exceedingly weak and in considerable pain throughout my body, rendering it effortless for him to obtain what he desired. I would not encounter as many difficulties.
However, he did not.
He merely desired for me to rest. He succumbed to slumber rapidly. His soft snores resonated in my ear. My face was pressed against the warmth of his chest, inhaling his musky aroma that enveloped me in warmth. He breathed softly in his slumber, remaining largely still, yet I could discern the swift pulsation of his heart within his chest.
Before long, I began to feel fatigued; I realised there was no point in attempting to escape from him. My body was disinclined to escape; it was fatigued from the struggle and simply desired to rest momentarily.
I acquiesced. I exhaled and permitted myself to relax sufficiently to fall asleep.
I awakened to the sound of knocking on his chamber doors. I raised my head and observed that the sun had scarcely risen, indicating it was very early in the morning. He emitted a groan as he liberated me.
I awkwardly cleared my throat and exited his bed, proceeding towards the door. I could not fathom who would possess the audacity to disturb the prince at such an early hour.
