Howland woke from his nap. He felt very refreshed to be able to take a nap near the river with such a beautiful view.
He had always loved Montgomery's castle. Even though it had been abandoned for a dozen years, Aslan could bring back the beautiful scenery and the liveliness in the castle, just like in the past.
He turned his head to ask his sister or Aslan to go back to the castle, but what he saw made Howland freeze in place. Rosie slept on Aslan's lap.
One of her hands was still holding a book. It looked like the girl fell asleep while reading the boring part of the book. Aslan still slept in the same position, leaning against the tree.
Howland didn't know what to do in this situation. He wanted Rosie and Aslan to be friends, but he wasn't ready for them to get this close so quickly.
Now, Howland was curious about what had happened yesterday in his absence. There was nothing special about the story Rosie had told him. The girl said Aslan bought her a few things when they visited the citizens' village.
"What should I do? I don't want to disturb Rosie's sleep," Howland muttered. He glanced at his sister once more. The girl slept soundly and looked comfortable in Aslan's lap. If Howland carried her back to the castle, it would surely disturb the girl's sleep.
After thinking long and not finding the answer, Howland decided to leave them. He walked while stroking his head, thinking about what might have happened between his sister and his friend in his absence yesterday.
***
Aslan felt a weight on his thigh. He yawned, feeling like he'd been asleep for too long. His neck felt stiff from sleeping in the same and uncomfortable position. After stroking his nape, he looked for Howland, who had disappeared from that place.
Aslan could feel something moving at his legs. Then, he froze to see the princess was sleeping in his lap. He looked around once more to make sure no one was looking at them. He couldn't imagine how awkward it would be if Howland saw his sister's sleeping position right now.
Aslan wanted to wake up the princess, but he held back when he saw Rosie chuckle in her sleep.
"Aslan.... Stop it..." Rosie mumbled with a laugh.
"Are you serious?" Aslan asked in disbelief that the girl was dreaming of him.
Aslan let Rosie sleep longer. He put his hand on his lap, not far from the girl's face. As the wind blew harder, Rosie's long hair was blown away, covering part of her face.
Aslan, who had been watching Rosie for a while, used his index finger to tidy up the girl's pink hair. When Rosie's face was no longer covered by her hair, Aslan put his hands back where they belonged.
"Hehe… Duke Aslan…"
It tickled Aslan's ears when he heard the girl say his name. He moved his hand unconsciously. Using the tip of his index finger, he gently touched the princess's lips. It felt so soft, reminding Aslan of a jelly.
His eyes fell on the crumb of bread left on the corner of Rosie's lips. He brushed it with his thumb, then ate it.
"Aslan… kiss-kiss... muach" Rosie mumbled again.
Aslan glanced at his right leg, then rested his hand on his knee. He pressed his lips together to hide something he had never shown to anyone else.
"Heh, what a woman," he muttered with a smile.
***
Rosie was awakened by a fairly strong shaking. Her consciousness had not yet fully gathered. She looked at her surroundings with a confused and half-drowsy look.
"Ack!? Where am I now? Who am I? Eh? Huh?' she muttered, still not coming to her senses. Even her hair was tousled like a lion's.
"It's time for us to return, Your Highness. It's not good to linger outside for too long. You will get sick," someone said, but Rosie couldn't think straight right now.
The sweet dreams about her and Aslan being newlyweds still lingered in her head. The two of them were… Rosie's face suddenly turned red.
She hid her face in embarrassment.
"Ehehehe, it was just a dream," she mumbled.
"Ahem." Aslan coughed a little harder, so that Rosie realized his presence.
"Ack!" Rosie stopped daydreaming about her fantasy and peeked a little from behind her hands at Aslan, who was still waiting faithfully.
"We have to go back, Princess," Aslan said once again, reminding the girl that they were still outside.
Rosie nodded, but she hadn't lowered her hands on her face. She didn't care if others saw her as a weird girl, but she would never let Aslan see her face after having a perverted dream.
Aslan didn't care about it. After Rosie stood up, he tidied up their picnic mat, as well as the book the princess had been reading.
"This is yours." Aslan handed Rosie's book that fell to the ground.
The girl glanced at him for a moment, then shook her head, still trying not to show her face to Aslan. Instead of answering, Rosie just ran away, leaving the confused man on the spot.
"What else now?" asked Aslan, who had absolutely no idea about the princess' behaviour.
Aslan returned to his office. He stroked his stiff neck a bit. He didn't know where Howland was, but for sure, Aslan would be busy with the preparations for the party that started tonight. He would receive many guests Howland had invited tomorrow.
Almost all the invitations that Aslan sent received a reply. They said they would come to celebrate Aslan as a Duke. The man buried his head on the table.
"It's not something to be celebrated," he muttered.
His eyes fell on a book with a pink cover that the princess had been reading. He opened the page that had been marked with a small fold.
Aslan frowned as he read the first paragraph of the book.
"Huh?" he asked, confused as to why there was such a book in the library. He was sure Rosie had taken the book from his library. Aslan flipped to the next page to read the synopsis. Then, he growled in annoyance.
"What kind of book is this?" he asked angrily.
The book was very improper for publication. Each page of the book contained a very explicit and nasty story without any censorship.
"And Mister Han's hand slipped into Miss Lola's xxx part, making Miss Lola moan loudly. Miss Lola also wanted to make Mister Han feel the pleasure she was feeling, so she trailed her hands to touch Mister Han's xxx. Their tongues intertwined, stimulating each other."
"Ah, you're already wet Miss Lola. Can I put my xxx in your xxx?"
"Of course, Mister Han. I can't wait to feel the intense pleasure you'll give to me, ah ah ah ah."
"What the fuck is this?"
Aslan read it in a tone as flat as his expression. The man threw the book into the trash can near his desk.
He did not expect the princess to read such a perverted book. What's more, Aslan had no idea that there was such an immoral book in his library.