Chapter 8

-Trynnian-

Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I roll over, feeling rather warm. Somehow, I’d forgotten that I’d married a werewolf the day before, and waking up faced with his muscular chest, easily defined despite the nightshirt, made me feel even hotter than before.

Glancing up at Kit, I couldn’t stop myself from slowly tracing the line of his scar, enjoying the sensations his warm skin sent through my fingertips. My husband’s eyes flickered opened, and shock coursed through his green eyes, before recognition hit.

“Trynnian,” he said quietly. His morning voice, somehow even deeper than his normal tone, sent shivers down my back, which I’m currently trying to pretend didn’t happen. Smiling up at him, I snuggled closer.

I know werewolves are fans of physical contact anyway, so it worked out well that I was also a hugger. Kit’s arms pull me closer, letting his chin rest on my hair. I reach up absentmindedly, letting my hand glide through his burnt umber locks.

It’s just as soft as I remember, and I smile unabashedly, enjoying the silkiness. Eventually, we had to get up. We ate breakfast just the two of us, and I try to not worry about how little Kit is eating. When he finishes, having only eaten half a piece of bread, I gently touch his arm.

“Are you ok? You didn’t eat much yesterday, and I know it was super tense, but it’s just us today, so I hoped you’d be able to eat a little more…” I fade off, when Kit looks at his plate guiltily. He clears his throat, clenching and unclenching his hands on his legs.

“I’m not used to eating a lot,” he whispers, and it hits me. “Kit I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking. So long as you slowly try and eat more, it should be ok, right?” He nods, but I feel like the biggest shithead ever. Of course he can’t eat a lot, your stomach can’t cope with starving for five years and then eat a full meal the next day.

We finish up, and I give Kit a tour of the castle. I grip his hand, trying to keep his focus off the stares we receive from the fact that he’s a werewolf. After about an hour, I explain that I eventually have to do my work, which is essentially boring management stuff.

Not really knowing what Kit should do in that time, I take him to my mother. “Hello boys! I hope you slept well, Kit,” she says kindly, patting his arm gently. He smiles shyly, nodding, not entirely sure what to do with the affection from my mother.

I know that feeling all too well, I think briefly as my memories from meeting my mother edge into my consciousness.

It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t even know Kit’s age, and I mentally - and physically - slap myself. My mother gasps, whilst Kit looks at me, one eyebrow raised. “Kit, how old are you?” He blinks, taking a moment to digest my sudden question.

“What month is it?” I’m about to laugh at him for not knowing the month, before I remember he was in a cage for five years. “March. Towards the end of.” He nods, before answering. “I just turned 26.”

I’m not entirely sure why I was shocked, I assumed he was somewhere around his mid twenties, but for some reason, my reaction still came out as “Woah, really?” Like no, idiot, he just lied for I don’t know what, to just be annoying I guess.

Wow, getting real sarcastic today, aren’t we?!

Rolling my eyes at myself, I give Kit’s hand a small squeeze to let him know I was still vaguely within this plane of existence. “I’m 23,” I say, even though no one asked. He nods, giving me a gentle smile.

Eventually, I get round to my original reason for visiting, and explain to my mother that Kit needs some way to entertain himself whilst I’m working.

I can imagine one way he could keep himself busy…I slap myself again, shaking my head solemnly when Kit looks at me again, this time getting a little worried for my mental state. So am I, honestly. Not sure when I became such a horny beast, but alright.

My mother takes Kit into her study, fiddling around in some drawers, whilst she chivies me off to do my own work. I frown on my way out, a little sad now that Kit’s hand is no longer in my own.

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-Kit-

“Alright sweetie, what do you like to do for fun?” Cordiana asks me, and my mind immediately goes to practice. “I like fighting. I’ve become very weak from not moving much and using my muscles,” I explain when she gives me a curious look.

“Hmm. I’m not sure you should do anything that physically difficult until a little later - you need to build up stamina first, and that comes with a healthy diet.”

Suddenly, I wanted to eat more. After all, stamina is useful for other things, also. I turn away from the queen, hoping she missed my blush. I really didn’t want to explain that.

“Do you have any other hobbies? Or - we have stables, if you like horses, you can meet them. No riding, that needs endurance built up first.” I was really glad I was turned away from Cordiana - my mind was in the gutter, and she wasn’t helping.

“I like cats,” I mumbled to myself. She smiled warmly, taking my hands gently in hers. “A friend of mine happens to have a litter she doesn’t know what to do with, how about we go get you a kitten?”

I can’t even pretend I wasn’t thrilled at the idea; I could feel my own face lighting up. On the way to a carriage, Cordiana explained to me that we would go shopping for clothes for me also, so I would have something to wear other than that one shirt and pair of trousers.

I didn’t even remember the last time I went shopping for new clothes. This day keeps just looking up. First, I wake up with Trynnian in my arms, in a bed, then I’m given food, offered a kitten, and even to go shopping?! It’s fair to say that my life has changed quite a bit since the day before yesterday.