Elise couldn't stop smiling to herself as she washed her face, scrubbing the paint away. She grabbed the towel from the stand and looked up at the mirror while she patted her face dry, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were gleaming in excitement.
She never felt this alive in her life up until the moment Arthur kissed her. A giggle left her lips and she covered her face with the face towel muffling her sweet peals of laughter into it, even though there was no one around her, she felt shy. She couldn't believe that she kissed the King.
King of the Werewolves, His Royal Highness, Arthur Devonshire.
She yanked the towel away from her face, still smiling to herself, "Arthur" She said, testing his name on her tongue again as she looked at the mirror again.
A shiver went down her spine
