*the rest of this story will be written in past tense – my experiment with present tense is officially over! *
Riley's POV
"This is not smart, princess," the younger Nøkkenson spoke. He was still only in his boxers and fuzzy sleeping socks, hardly attire fit for a royal errant.
"Shut your mouth, Viking. You clearly don't understand my brilliance or else you wouldn't be questioning my methods," I growled at him. He never shut his mouth no matter how many times I tell him to shut up and do as he was told.
"So, your brilliant plan is to wake up before the sun to track someone we both know is currently in bed with the other person you're conspiring with?" he asked. He scratched his golden locks were still disheveled and flat on only one side of his head.
"What is your point, Viking?" I spat at him.
