I was currently face-down in a silk pillow, contemplating the fact that my "Sovereign Border" of cushions had suffered a catastrophic structural collapse overnight. Somehow, in the middle of the night, the Soul-Tether had decided that fifty feet was far too much distance, and I had woken up with my leg hooked over a very cold, very firm, and very bare thigh.
I was just starting to process the "Abyssal Heat" radiating from the man next to me when the morning peace was detonated.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"SERAPHINE! Wake up, you glorious disaster! I heard you're back from the land of the dead!"
It was Princess Milabuella. Of course it was. The only woman in the kingdom who treats a locked master bedroom door like a mere suggestion.
"Mila, no—" I croaked, trying to untangle my limbs from the silk sheets.
