Royal hg

Gail wakes to pain in her side, sharp like the gnashing teeth of some creature, and after a moment she realises she can’t move.  She forces her eyes open to take stock of herself;  two arms, two legs, and... the weight of a horned head sleeping on her breast.  The adrenaline fades as quickly as it came, replaced in her chest with some tender feeling as she shakes awake her free arm and cards it through the thick strands of Hue’s hair.

When she looks around properly, things begin to make more sense.  She’s in the infirmary, her left side has been covered with gauze and feels tender, although not as badly as it might’ve were she anywhere else, judging by the too-sweet aftertaste of healing potion on her tongue.

Hue begins to stir as Gail rubs the spot between her horns.  She makes to sit, her silk nightgown crumpled from sleeping squished into a single sized cot, and once her pretty golden eyes have blinked themselves into focus, she fixes Gail with a vicious glare.

“I forbid you from getting hurt again.” Despite coming straight out of sleep, Hue’s tone has taken the affect that she presents with in court, all projection and better-than-you.  Gail is very careful not to laugh.

“You have my word as a knight, My Lady.”  Gail allows herself a small smile, reaches up with the hand on her not-sore side to pet the puffy red skin of Hue’s cheek.  “I don’t ever wish to upset you, or to fucking hurt this much, ever again in my life.”

“You’re the worst…” Hue huffs, returning the gesture with a warm palm along Gail’s damp brow.  “Giving the Princess attitude after she  caused a scene telling the infirmary clerics to fuck off.  You don’t deserve this.”

With that she leans down, muttering some phrase in Infernal that makes Gail’s belly go hot, and plants a soft kiss to her lips.  The pain recedes immediately and almost entirely, and in her delirium Gail believes for a second that Hue’s kisses are just that good.  After a few breaths, and with a clearer mind, she can deduce it to be some sort of healing prayer, but she still suspects the first of being true also.

“My heroine, kicking the clerics out so you could dote on me all on your own.  So selfless.”  Gail’s smile only gets wider when Hue fixes another dirty look on her, slapping her playfully on the cheek.

“If you’re rude I’ll leave you here instead of bringing you to my chambers to recover!”  Hue’s hiding a grin now too, thank the gods.  Puffy, tearful eyes aren’t what Gail likes to see on her Lady’s face.

“And yet other times you seem to like it so much when I’m mean.  Beautiful women are vexing creatures.”

When Hue huffs and kisses her again, it’s not with a charm on her lips, but it feels just as magic.