The soft light of the morning shone on her eyelids, she gave a soft groan. She would have to get up soon. Had she been making lace well into the night? She had to find someone to marry quicker than Leticia. But why did she feel so lazy? She wanted to sleep a bit more. She turned away from the light of the sun.
Hmmm, this feels nice. The silk sheets felt nice, not too warm and not too cold; very comfortable. She rubbed her cheek against the fabric; it felt so nice she smiled.
She decided to buy this kind of bed linen for her bed too.
She wanted to wake up in such a comfortable environment every day.
But why was she sleeping in silk bedding? She frowned. Something was odd.
She rubbed her eyes as they opened,
'My sleeping Princess, you look good enough to eat.'
'Hmmm...?'
That voice was familiar but it wasn't Matthias' voice. (Zuben: why would Matthias be calling you a sleeping princess) Amber was still hovering between dreams and wakefulness as the voice continued,
'I'm reaching the limits of my restraint, is it alright if I attack you?'
What on earth is this person saying? And, who is this person who says attack without any preamble? Amber became irritated with the person disturbing her comfortable sleep. She opened her eyes ready to admonish the person, but her eyes widened to the limit.
She gasped.
'What's the matter, Amber? Did you forget about me, about last night?' he asked.
'N-no…'
She really would like to forget if it was possible. Unfortunately, she remembered every single detail.
Ernest had drunk the love potion.
Amber had been proposed to before all the guests at the Royal Ball. And in front of them, she had been carried and brought to the Royal chambers, sweetly coerced and eventually her virginity had been taken.
Ernest was lying on the bed dressed in a casual shirt and trousers. He must have been awake a while, and been staring at Amber' sleeping form.
'Don't worry, I cleaned you up and dressed you.'
'Huh?'
'I had thought about calling the maids, but then I decided I didn't want anyone else touching you even if they were a woman.'
'I see...Thank you.'
She looked down and she was wearing a nightdress under thick robes. While she fully understood it, she was still mortified enough to blush.
Ernest had cleaned her body that had been stained by hers and his body fluids.
Was this evidence that the desire to monopolize from the love potion was still in effect?
"A lifetime. Forever... give this potion to the man you want and watch him drink it while he looks at you and the man is forever yours."
Matthias' explanation appeared in her mind.
What should she do? She bemoaned as she turned away from him.
But Ernest's eyes flashed a hungry light and he dragged her back to him with the belt of the robe.
'Amber, you think quite a lot.'
'Huh?'