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Waking up, Fern remembered some of his vivid dreams
All of them about Merleawe.
And not at all work safe.
Rubbing his face tiredly, he decided to jump into the shower again.
He needed to wash up and cleanse his brain of these impure thoughts, perhaps even take matters into his own hands…
Yawning, Mel rubbed her eyes. Sleepily making her way to the bathroom, she opened the door and ran into something hard, muscular, and somewhat damp.
Stunned, Mel opened her eyes to meet the smiling ones of Fern. Looking down, she saw that he was fresh out of the shower and wearing only a towel!
Flustered, she slowly backed out, attempting to exit, when she saw him smirk.
"What's the matter Mel? Like what you see?"
His arms shot out, trapping her against the tile of the bathroom.
"Scared?" he murmured with a teasing tone, looking deep into her eyes.
Refusing to answer, and making sure to keep her mind under control, she blushed fiercely, ducked under his arm and slammed the door on him.
"Fern! I told you to LOCK the doors when you're using the bathroom!"
Her only reply was some (evil) snickering.
Secretly, Fern was extremely glad that she hadn't woken up a few minutes earlier.
Things might have gotten more than just a little awkward.
Thank goodness Mel couldn't read his mind.
He had no idea why he had suddenly, well, harassed, her, but boy did it feel good!
He wanted to capture her lips and do things to her.
Things certainly not appropriate for a servant to do to his master. But she was so cute all bleary eyed and sleepy!
Getting himself under control, Fern prepared himself for the day that was sure to be agonizingly long.
Trekking down to the dining hall together, they breakfasted and got ready for Mel's opening speech to Viegald.
Fern could catch some of her thoughts, most of them nervous ones about how the people would receive her.
Mel was renowned for being the Silver Haired Saint, but she was still young (though Sylth had been younger) and not as skilled in magic as some other Master Wizards had been.
Fern, in the only way he could, tried to reassure Merleawe.
"Pfft. Mel, are you being stupid again? You're broadcasting like crazy! Ever heard of mind barriers?"
Mel glared at him, and soon they were bickering as usual.
Inwardly, Fern smiled. He had cheered up his master, even if it meant he was getting smacked on the chest repeatedly.
Of course, Merleawe was excellent in delivering her speech.
It was most people's first time seeing their new master wizard, and they didn't look disappointed.
He heard some people murmur about her striking resemblance to Sylth and many more on how beautiful she was.
Fern had to agree.
His master looked radiant under the morning sun, the beams of light glinting off her lustrous hair and sparkling eyes.
Capturing the attention of the citizens of Viegald everywhere, Mel held the viewers in rapt as she described her goals and hopes for the future of the country.
Afterward, Mel greeted citizens and talked to people individually.
Fern was nervous, with so many people present, who knew what could happen to Mel!
The little idiot was capable of a lot he had to admit, but she was, in his eyes, very vulnerable and delicate.
He had to be extra diligent.