Eloive was quick.
He had sensed another presence in the room, disentangled himself from Toreh and covered her with the duvet but it was too late.
Waxlyn had already seen.
He quickly staked towards her in long strides, preventing Waxlyn from getting a closer look. He should have just locked the door.
“Eloive, is that a girl on your bed?”, Waxlyn asked as she stood on her toes, trying to peek over his shoulder but the lad was so tall!
“If it is, what does it matter to you?”, Eloive asked angrily. He wasn’t even allowed privacy in his own palace!
Waxlyn’s eyes lit up. “So, you do have a girl in your room and on your bed! Grandma must hear this!”, Waxlyn exclaimed, dashing for the door. But Eloive was faster. He bounded her in his arms and shoved her away from the door, shutting it.
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