Her Green Knight

Sweet Dreams

Exhausted and disoriented, Caius and I found ourselves being led down a dimly lit corridor. The air in the witch's house was thick with the aroma of ancient herbs, and the low hum of mystical energy. As we were guided towards a room, Caius's sharp eyes scanned our surroundings, analyzing any sort of traps.

The room we entered was simple yet adorned with curious artifacts. My gaze was drawn to the inviting bed, but Caius couldn't ignore the window, its moonlit view inviting his attention. In a low voice, he spoke, "We could escape through that window. They won't keep us here willingly."

"Escape? Caius, we're exhausted. We need rest," I insisted, my voice holding a note of desperation.

Caius frowned, his skepticism evident. "You're too trusting. We don't know these witches, and I don't trust them."

"It's not about trust, Caius. I just found out I'm a witch, and I need to understand. I need answers," I argued, my eyes pleading for understanding.

Caius sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I know. But we have no idea what they might do to us while we sleep. It's naive to think otherwise."

"It's not naivety. I'm just trying to make sense of all this. Do you even care about that?" I asked, my frustration evident.

He looked at me, a mixture of empathy and frustration in his eyes. "Of course, I care. But I care about keeping us safe more. We can't afford to be careless."

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation. "Other than Delilah, those witches seem to genuinely care. Especially the older one. I believe they mean us no harm."

Caius remained skeptical, his gaze shifting between the window and the bed. I teased him, "Come on, I know you miss sleeping on a real bed after sleeping on the ground for days."

He shook his head, a faint frown playing on his lips. "Either way, I'd be sleeping on the floor."

I furrowed my brows, confused. "Why?"

He gestured towards the room. "There's only one bed."

"Oh," I said, a realization dawning. "Well, it's kind of big enough for us to share."

Caius raised an eyebrow, asking, "Are you comfortable with that?"

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, if you are."

Caius sighed, admitting, "I do miss sleeping on a bed."

I grinned, turning to him. "See, Caius!"

He quickly added, "But if the witches' do anything to us it's your fault."

I chuckled, "I'll take full responsibility, then."

As we prepared to get into the bed, I decided to slide in first, attempting to make it as casual as possible. The sheets felt cool against my skin, a comforting contrast to the the thin blanket I had before in the woods.

However, Caius decided to undress, nonchalantly taking off his shirt before getting under the covers, I couldn't help but slightly gasp, despite seeing him like this before. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly turned the other way, pretending to be engrossed in the pillows.

The bed dipped as he settled in from the other side and the cool sheets beneath me did little to soothe the heat that still lingered on my cheeks. Maybe sharing a bed with him was a little weird.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but notice the limited space between us. The bed, though generous, seemed to shrink with our proximity. The silence between us grew more profound, and the awareness of Caius lying just inches away heightened my senses.