Jealous

Azriel raised his hands. "I was just trying to leave the bed, to let you get to work."

"I will come back and do it later." She quickly said. Her cheeks were beet red now.

Azriel smirked. A wild night and teasing Penelope all noon? He was having the time of his life. He leaned back against the pillows and gave a long yawn. The potion was working its effects on the loud pounding on his head, and he could use more rest. How much had he had to drink, exactly? Well, didn't matter. A royal celebration was not often witnessed, so he had no guilt or duties he had to hurry off to.

"You can open your eyes Pen," he told her, and she obeyed.

Penelope approached his bed. He followed her gaze to the shirt he was sitting on. She pulled at it, but before she could remove it from beneath him, Azriel held onto the other end and with force, pulled the shirt and caused Penelope's body to hurl towards him on the bed.