Next morning
Beatrice was dead to the world when her maidservant, Clancy burst into her room, loudly fussing as she entered her chambers. With one swift jerk Clancy opened the drapes and let the morning sunshine pour in. Princess Beatrice was startled awake with the sudden splash of light on her face. Her body slowly came back to life. She had had the most bizarre dream, she thought to herself as she stretched her sleepy limbs.
She had dreamed that it was a full moon last night and that she had danced with that demon in and out of bed. She felt it then. The dull soreness in her muscles, and inbetween her thighs. Her eyes shot open then. Last night with the demon hadn't been a dream.
Last night Princess Beatrice had promised herself that she would burn her gown, along with the bed sheets, and replace them before Clancy, and the rest of her ladies maids came in. She had completely forgotten about it. It was too late now. She was mortified.
