*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters

The sight of this annoyingly intrusive man should have disturbed her upon entering, but she merely closed the door and approached the sleeping brute carefully.

Gunther slept soundly on her bed, giving no thought to the consequence which his actions could bring. Earlier, he came by to discuss his plans for night watch, but had found she had not returned yet. The urge to sleep had grown with the sight of the freshly made bed, and thought to himself, it would not hurt to rest a little though he had no intention on falling asleep, but he did. The pillow smelled like her, and it was oddly compelling.

Of course it is not as though Jane knew what sort of reason as to why he was laid in her bed as though it was his. He did not snore like how she expected he would, but he laid there holding his arms near his chest like a child. Their relationship, whatever it may have been, was a causal one, with one another taking too many liberties. She knelt beside her bed, and took a closer look upon the sleeping brute. He had very long eye lashes for a man, which she secretly envied and bright pink lips too. She felt a queasiness in her gut at the thought of giving him a kiss instead of shaving his eye brows off no matter how much she was tempted. No, he was like a statute in such a state, a handsome one, though not to be revered. It was amusing how she had just thought of him a few moments before entering her tower to have found him there. Why could he not be this peaceful all the time instead of causing heartache? His cruel intentions came so naturally, so he was easy to despise. But on his better days, be was a rather pleasant fellow with an even more persuasive tongue. If she did not know better, then she too might have been persuaded to do such naughtiness, or to believe his naughtiness to be endearing.

Since he was so precious at the moment, just as she wished he always was, she decided not to act so meanly and pretend he was never there. Brushing away the hair that covered his forehead, she pressed a kiss upon it, and reached over for her blanket and covered him.

He opened his eyes to see no one there, though he could swear someone was there with him a moment ago. It must have been a dream he thought, and sat up, seeing no trace of anyone. There was a pleasantness of feeling as he stretched after such a nap, the blanket he was covered with falling off. Had he covered himself with her covers too? He was not sure, but before he could answer his own question, he left her tower before she could find out whatever happened, or so he thought.

From atop her tower, she spotted him looking around before running away. She laughed lightly to herself of his carelessness. "How long are we going to play the same game of hide and seek? I do wonder. It seems I am always looking out for you but somehow you find me first."

Not a very long tale, no matter how curious the reader might be, but its length does not define its adorability.