The next morning I groggily made my way back to the Prince’s chambers, trying hard to conjure up a good mood despite my frustrations. I really should have just masturbated about it, but nooo I had to do the right thing and torment myself with thoughts of a man I couldn’t have all night. 

The walk there always took over half and hour- the hallways were made so big for the 60 ft giant so walking the same path meant an early morning workout for me. By the time I reached his door, my blood was pumping enough that it made me forget about my grumpiness, but something felt strange. Normally I’d hear the sound of his footsteps by then as he was getting ready or even his musical voice as he spoke to his servants over a cup of coffee, but the room was perfectly quiet. 

When I stepped inside, none of the servants had shown up yet and the Prince was still sleeping soundly in his bed. 

“Uh,” I scratched my head. I knew he had an important fitting scheduled for the morning so the fact that he was still sleeping wasn’t good. And people who know the Prince know that he loves his beauty sleep. He’ll happily sleep the day away if no one comes to wake him, but it wasn’t the day for that. The only thing he might have loved more than sleeping was his fancy clothes and he wouldn’t want to miss that fitting. 

“Why can’t I be the one to wake him?” I thought to myself. I’d seen the servants do it plenty of times- they just climbed the rope ladder on the side of his bed and gently spoke to him until he began to stir. I could do that for him… 

My heart was racing as I scaled the ladder all the way to the top. I could hear the sound of him breathing deeply as he slept- even the giant’s lungs sounded big and powerful in comparison to my own. It was almost a little alarming, like I had stumbled into the bed of a dangerous beast.. 

My eyes fell to the massive sleeping figure and I was quickly reminded that Prince Cassius liked to sleep nude. The landscape of his body was partially covered by a blanket, but there were still miles of flawless, tan skin for me to see. The curves and edges of his muscles were almost awe inspiring so close up, like some kind of beautiful carving. My eyes followed the natural path from his gigantic pectorals, down his chiseled abs where his blonde happy trail disappeared underneath the shadow of the comforter. 

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look elsewhere. His pretty face was resting against the pillow only a few feet from me, his full lips slightly parted. God, he looked so sweet, so peaceful… a hand large enough to crush me lay on the pillow next to his face, adorned in expensive looking gold rings. 

I cleared my throat and tried my best to sound normal, “Um, Prince? It’s time to wake up, Prince..” 

No response, the pretty giant just continued to snooze. I nervously scratched my head, feeling very flushed. I’d seen Moira have to play with his hair or pet his face to get his attention… I took a deep breath before stepping forward and getting close enough to touch his face. I was quickly enveloped in the warmth of his body, the smell of his cologne and shampoo. I could even feel the gentle hum of his pulse as he slept. My face was beat red as I reached out to touch his cheek, feeling the slight scratchiness of his stubble on my hand.  

“Prince Lockhart, it’s time to wake up…” 

My eyes widened as I watched him begin to stir. A small moan escaped his lips as he came to the waking world- a sound that would have been gentle weren’t he so gigantic. His vocal cords rumbled the mattress ever so slightly under my feet and I stumble backwards as he moved his hand. It brushed against me and nearly knocked me over! It was hard to believe how heavy it was. 

“Mmm, Moira. Why must you always wake me up?” He sighed, a smirk on his mouth as his eyelids slowly fluttered open. Massive golden brown eyes peered at me through thick lashes. They quickly widened as they recognized me and the Prince furrowed his brow, smiling softly, “Soren?” 

I blushed and did my best to stand to attention, “My Prince.” I bowed my head, “The servants were late to wake you, so I thought I’d do it instead.” 

He raises his eyebrow at me, his smile widening. I felt like his eyes were practically devouring me. 

“Is that so?” 

I felt the mattress beneath my feet move a little as the giant shifted his weight and stretched, yawning. He turned his attention back to me, resting his face against his hand, that same playful smile on his lips. 

“Y-yes, Prince,” I stammered. “You have that fitting and I know how importa-“

Suddenly I was cut off by his outstretched finger. The large digit stroked the side of my face, his perfectly manicured nail gently grazing my jawline. I met his gaze to see a look of adoration on his face. 

“You’re really so handsome without your little helmet on, you know that?” 

My mouth just fell open as I stared up at him dumbly. I knew the Prince loved to tease people. Surely that’s all this was? 

“I… uh..,” I let out some nervous laughter which was only met by a giggle from the Prince. He stroked my jaw once more with a large finger before we heard the door to his chambers open- it was Moira and the other’s.

“God, I’ll never understand how the head maid can go on for 30 mins after the meeting is over..” She grumbled as she climbed up the ladder, prepared to wake her Prince only to find him already sitting up. She raised her eyebrows, then noticed me standing there, prompting her to put her hands on her hips. 

“Why are you in the Prince’s bed?!” She began to playfully beat on my shoulders to scold me. I just laughed nervously, trying to explain. 

“No need to be jealous, sweetheart,” intervened the Prince. With a simple sweep of his hand, he pushed Moira away from me. “Soren here was only worried about my appointment and you’re late.” He stuck his tongue out playfully and gave me a wink. I couldn’t help but blush as usual. The whole bed shifted again as Cassius stood up and stretched before putting on his robe. I couldn’t help but notice how cold the bed immediately felt without him in it. 

I stood watch while the servants fussed over the Prince for the next hour- combing his waterfalls of wavy blonde hair, weaving in gold ribbon and tassel, spritzing him with his favorite cologne. Because of his size, he had a special station commissioned where his servants could reach different parts of him. It was basically just a cushioned chair covered in ropes and scaffolding and a large mirror in front of him. Getting ready was always such a production… 

When the Prince was finally dressed and looking strikingly handsome, mind you- he pushed open his chamber doors and started down the hallway. As was my duty, I quickly began to follow after, but I was stopped by Moira. 

She grabbed ahold of my arm and looked up at me, eyes narrowed. She must have only been 5’2” which really made me feel like a giant being as tall as I was. Her curly brown hair was pulled into a bun as always, a couple of curls hanging in front of her ears. 

“Hey- I got my eye on you. You hear me?” 

My mouth dropped open as I stared down at her nervously. “What?” 

“You heard me.” She pressed a finger to my big chest. I watched as it sunk into the flesh a little. “You’re here to /protect/ Cass. He chose you because he thought you were the best.” She frowned. “So you better keep being the best. If anything were to happen to him-“ She trailed off, shaking her head. “Just… no funny business. Got it?” 

I slowly nodded, not entirely sure what was being discussed. “Of- of course..” I nodded more quickly. “You have nothing to worry about, Moira! I’ll protect the Prince with my life.” 

She just looked at me skeptically before nodding and shewing me off. “Well, go on then! You better catch up to him!” 

“Yes, ma’am!” I exclaimed as I scurried off, trying to catch up with the Prince’s gigantic stride. I tried my best not to worry myself with the implications of Moira’s warning, but god… it was hard not to think about how nice it felt to be in the Prince’s bed with him… she really had nothing to worry about, right?