CHAPTER 9: His Preposterous Proposal

Shia’s sleepy, droopy eyes were greeted by so much wet, lopsided kisses all at once, but her body felt far too weak to react. In any case, the kisses didn’t seem threatening at all; it was rather warm and comforting like a big, hot towel during a cold night, and she began to relax a little bit as more and more kisses were planted on her face.

In a few more moments though, there was a bit of a commotion, and Shia heard someone drag away the thing that was warming her face.

“Chibi!..” Shia heard a low exasperated voice said. “You big doofus! Your highness will catch us at this rate!”

After sometime, and perhaps in an attempt to dry and tidy her up, Shia felt a soft cloth brush against her cheeks, and she swiftly caught the hand that held it.

The owner, instead of yelping in surprise, sighed.

“Very well,” she heard the female voice spoke in a low whisper once again, “you don’t need to grip my