What is this? Prince Qui asked himself. He was not even sleepy. Maybe it really wasn't the princess' presence that made him fall asleep when they were in the shack. It was probably the fresh air. Or maybe it was the hard bed that somehow resembled the sleeping bags he had been using for the past few years of his life.
He sighed. He could not help but feel disappointed with the turnout of events. He thought he finally found the cure for his insomnia. He turned to look at the sleeping princess. Turned out there was nothing that could really help him.
He spent the rest of his night reading on his Linker, catching up with all the news that he had missed for the whole year that he was gone. The state was doing better than he thought. There was much about his older brother, The Crown Prince. His father must be thinking about retiring soon since he was building up his successor's image.