The situation was new to Prince Qui. He had never held a woman this close--and for this long--ever. He was sure that hours had already passed but in reality it had not been five minutes.
To be honest, his muscles were already starting to ache with the way he kept it tense—it was the least form of rebellion that he could do. Without this, the princess might think that he was enjoying.
The princess' head was at the lower end of his bicep, squeezing on his veins and cutting off his blood circulation. But who's complaining? he asked himself.
He could feel the hardness of the body of the princess next to him. He was sure that she was also tensing her whole being right now, also repulsed with their situation.
He sighed. "You should relax. You wouldn't be able to fall asleep like that."
"Last time I checked, pillows DO NOT talk."
