A bug buzzed around a silent room and landed on the sleeping Henry's forehead.
At the sensation of something on his face, the dark-haired young man sat up straight. He immediately regretted his actions as his head started to throb.
His brown eyes looked left and right and he started remembering the previous day.
Hanging on a wooden chair next to his bed was a leather water skin he knew to be Trenton's. His mouth was unbelievably dry and he dove forward to get a drink he so desperately needed.
At his sudden action, a searing pain shot through his side and he remembered what had happened to him.
Despite all the discomfort, a smile spread across his face.
He won.
Not only did he win, but he got to see the princess, and she even called him sweet.
He ran a hand over his face and through his hair as he remembered how he couldn't stop thinking or talking about Princess Marie the more intoxicated he became.
