"Get out!" I shouted towards the door as it creaked on its hinges and swiftly lifted the bedsheet on top of my head. "Get out, get out!"
The door stopped its creak midway and for a moment, everything was still. Then I heard a shuffling sound and then a voice.
"Your Highness, it's just me."
Slowly, I peeked over the sheets and was relieved to see a confused Reynard standing behind the door.
"May I come in…?" he asked when he had confirmed I wasn't going to lash out again.
Embarrassed, I nodded and he took a step in before closing the door.
"Okay so," he began, "I brought you some clothes..." And then he looked up at me and then did a double take. "What in the God's name are you wearing?"
"Oh this?" I said as I peered down at my clothes. "Yes, this is the result of what you may call 'a lack of my own clothes'. So what have we got?"
