JoJo
My mother turns around uneasily on her bed and blinks her blue eyes open to see me.
She stretches until almost all the bones within her frame crackle.
“You’re back?” she asks weakly.
“I am,” I reply. “For close to thirty minutes now, Madam Mia.”
“And why didn’t you wake me up?” she groans.
“You were sleeping so peacefully.”
“You got the leaves?”
I smile at her. “Yes, Madam Mia.” She looks angelic, even if her face is pale. I can’t help stretching my arm to cup her cheek in my palm.
I gesture with my chin at the basket near her feet. “The leaves are in it.”
“I love you, Jo,” says Madam Mia, shutting her eyes. “I know you might be tired of hearing it, but you’re my anchor in raging storms.” She coughs and rattles. “Boil the leaves for twenty minutes in a pot and bring me the water while it still steams. I'll drink it and be fine.”
“Okay, Madam Mia.”
I am currently dirty.
After my time at the worksite and at the garden, I figure that while I boil Madam Mia’s leaves, I should have my bath too.
So I stand and take off my cloth, totally naked before her. She is used to my nakedness. She raised me as a little cub, and it still doesn't feel awkward getting naked before her now that I'm grown.
I pick up a towel and tie it loosely around my chest, the other end of it reaching down to the middle of my thighs.
“I’m coming soon, Madam Mia,” I say, kiss her and grab the basket.
In few minutes, I start boiling the leaves in the makeshift kitchen provided for us in the underground, and I turn around on my way towards the bathroom when I hear a knock on the door.
Now that's awkward.
There are only two entrances to the palace underground. One from the corridor that I just went through to go pluck the leaves, the other from the royal palace directly above us. The one from the royal palace rarely gets open. And this why I am surprised the knock is coming from that direction.
Who could be standing behind it?
What does the person want? Am I now in some sort of trouble for plucking those leaves?
I feel like going to change into something more appropriate, but the knock comes on again and I figure I should just go get it.
So I walk carefully with my heart in my mouth towards it and when I open the door, I receive the shock of my life.
I feel faint-headed.
It is in this situation that my towel, without my consent, unwraps and drops to my feet, leaving me naked, with my breas.ts and thighs and bushy pu*sy all bare before the fox prince Vaughn.