More Than A Princess

Where is Jinna?

Lyvia woke up from a fitful sleep with a start. She sat up and looked at Jinna’s bed. It was made and empty. Her handmaiden must be in the bathroom, she thought. She got up wearily and yawned. She felt as if she did not sleep a wink last night.

She remembered her tryst with Callan, the ensuing disagreement and him pushing her out of his room. She reddened and huffed angrily. He had no right to treat her that way, she thought. 

She got up and went to the bathroom door and knocked. 

“Jinna? Are you in there?” she asked. 

There was no answer. She tried the door and it opened. The bathroom was empty. Surprised, she looked out the balcony. It was bright outside but it couldn’t be that late. She shrugged. Maybe Jinna is outside helping Callan with breakfast or something, she thought. 

She might as well get a shower and change before going out. Lyvia was in and out of the bathroom in no time. This time, it didn’t take her long to think of a proper outfit to take from the trunk. Nice comfy pants and another t-shirt without the constrictive bra. The t-shirt this time has the words “Don’t mess with this Princess!” on it. She liked it. 

Lyvia left the room and headed to the kitchen but neither Callan nor Jinna were there. There were a few plates of hot steaming food on the counter though.

 She wondered where Callan and Jinna were and her thoughts strayed to her suggestion that he sleeps with Jinna. She quickly shook it off. 

He was offended by her suggestions, surely he would not do it, right? 

“Nah…he won’t do that,” she told herself reassuringly. Still the image of Jinna’s slight naked frame, her pale creamy skin exposed, her cheeks flushed pink, her long lashes sweeping her cheeks, lying under Callan as he pumped into her, appeared in her mind unbidden. 

She shook her head to clear away the image. Yet, her mind kept conjuring up images of the many ways Callan could be taking Jinna in his bed, both of them moaning, their naked bodies slick with sweat and joined at the hips as they moved in rhythm with each other. 

She waved it off in annoyance. “Stop it! That’s not it!” she said to herself, in between chewing the omelette and toasts.

“What’s not it?” Callan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. 

She gasped in shock, almost dropping her fork. She turned to him, he looked flushed and sweaty in his sweatpants and hoodie. His clothes looked rumpled and damp with sweat. 

Immediately the image of his sweat pants pulled down and him pumping into Jinna against the wall came to mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook it away. 

“Er, nothing. What happened to you? Why are you so sweaty?” she asked. 

He blushed and pushed his hair off his forehead. He wiped the sweat off his temple and sat down on one of the chairs at the counter. 

“Oh nothing, I…er…did some exercises,” he replied, not looking at her, and started heaping food onto his plate. 

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. He was acting very suspiciously. Why was he afraid to meet her eyes?

“So, did you see Jinna?” she asked tentatively, still eyeing him suspiciously. 

He shrugged and didn’t look up. “Nope, isn’t she in your room?” he replied and continued shovelling food into his mouth and chewing, still not looking at her. 

“Why are you behaving so suspiciously?” she finally asked. 

This time he looked up, startled. “What? What do you mean?” he asked, his hazel eyes wide but wary.

She looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead and his damp hoodie down to his sweatpants and noticed a growing bulge at his crotch. “Oh!” she uttered out loud before she could stop herself.

He noticed where she was looking and quickly covered himself with his hands. 

“Look, it’s not, er…don’t misunderstand, I er…just…dammit, your shirt is so thin, I can see your breasts and n*****s, your pants is so tight, I can see the outline of your sexy ass… I can’t help myself, not after last night,” he said defensively. 

He abandoned his half eaten food and stood up. He cleared his throat and turned away, hiding his bulge.  

“Look, I think we should not…I mean…we should remain platonic as what I said last night,” he said. 

“I don’t want to take advantage of you and I am sure last night was a spur of the moment thing, so let’s just forget it, okay?” he added.

He took a deep breath and turned around. His arousal was gone. 

“Look, I think the last thing we need is a distraction and s*x is a distraction so maybe it’s for the best,” he said.

Lyvia didn’t know what to say, although she was disappointed. She would very much like a repeat performance from him. Last night was so amazing. 

This must mean her own imagination of him sleeping with Jinna was just that, her own imagination. It was obvious he is not interested to sleep with her or with Jinna. 

Maybe. 

Probably. 

She daren’t even ask him if he had even considered sleeping with Jinna. It might just offend him yet again. 

“Since you took my virginity, I feel you at least owe it to me to also teach me some s*x tricks too,” she said cheekily instead, winking at him. 

“What?!? Virginity??!! I what…!!!” He spluttered, shocked. “Hey, you seduced me! I didn’t know!”

She finished her toast, satiated, and placed the plate in the sink. She sauntered over to him and placed a hand on his chest. 

“Yes, I seduced you. I gave you my virginity so the least you could do is to teach me a few more tricks in bed, right?” she slid her hand down to his crotch and caressed him.

He swallowed audibly and jumped back. 

“Nope, no way. That’s not how it works! There will not be a repeat of last night!” he said vehemently. 

“Anyway, where is Jinna?” he quickly changed the subject, walking away from her and looking down the corridor towards the direction of her room. 

“Oh, I thought she was with you earlier,” she replied, surprised. Her face colouring at her own imagination of what Callan was doing with Jinna.

He shook his head. “No, I’ve not seen her whole morning,” he said.

Now Lyvia is puzzled. Where could Jinna be?

“She’s not in our room. When I woke up, she’s gone,” she told Callan. 

They looked around the living room as if the slight blonde girl could be hiding crouched somewhere all this time. But there were no signs of her. 

“Let me check,” Callan said and he strode down the corridor to another door and knocked before opening it. 

It was a bathroom but it was empty. He peeked into his own room and Jinna was also not there. Finally, he peeked into another room which Lyvia has not been in and it was also empty.

He walked back to where Lyvia was waiting. “She’s definitely not here. She must have went outside,” he said.

“But she doesn’t know her way around and we are not used to how your elevator works, how did she go outside?” Lyvia said. 

She rushed to the balcony and looked down at the gardens below. There were a few people milling about but none of them looked like Jinna. She wondered where her timid handmaiden could have gone. This is still very much a strange town and they barely know anything about this world. 

“Should we go look for her? Maybe she went down for a walk and got lost? This place is still a strange place for her,” she told Callan.

He agreed with her, noticing Lyvia’s mounting worry for her handmaiden. 

They both quickly left his apartment and took the elevator down. At the ground floor, a few other people were around but they largely ignored them. Callan pretty much kept to himself a lot so he barely know his neighbours. 

Just as they went outside, a pretty brunette with a short pixie cut, tanned brown skin and wide deep-set brown eyes approached them. 

“Callan, darling! How have you been?” she asked and hugged Callan as if they were close friends. He returned the hug and smiled down at her warmly.

“Bianca! What are you doing here?” he asked and reached down to give her a chaste peck on her lips. She responded by linking her hands behind his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss.

Lyvia turned away. Is this his girlfriend? So he has a girlfriend and he lets her seduce him anyway? She wondered. 

Callan quickly ended the kiss and pushed Bianca away. The woman would not have it, she held on to his arm. 

“So, who’s this?” Bianca turned to Lyvia, eyeing her and scrutinising her from top to toe. 

Callan introduced the two women, who were eyeing each other suspiciously. Bianca is an old friend that he has known from young. She tightened her grip on Callan’s arm possessively. 

“I’m more than an old friend. We are so close, we are almost family,” she said as if challenging Lyvia to top that.

Lyvia decided not to bother with the other woman’s obvious possessiveness and possible jealousy. She only slept with Callan once. She is still unsure of how she felt about him so she is not about to go on a cat fight with some random woman. 

“So, you’re like brother and sister?” she asked innocently, instead, just to rile the other woman up. 

Bianca almost spit at her suggestion but seemed to hold back. She laughed coquettishly instead.

“Of course not! We have definitely done things that siblings won’t do, right, darling?” she said, rubbing her hands on Callan’s chest and looking up at him adoringly. 

Callan seemed uncomfortable as he tried to extricate himself from her. He cleared his throat. 

“Well, umm, Bianca, we better get going. We have to look for someone who might be lost,” he said.

“Is she blonde, petite and look like a doll?” Bianca responded.

They both looked at her in shock. Did she know Jinna?

“Why, have you seen her?” Lyvia asked. 

Bianca pointed behind them. “She’s right behind you and she has been standing there thinking of how to approach you for a while,” she said.

They turned around.