Sam groaned, moving around in his bed with a headache that felt as though someone was hammering nails in his skull. He remembered not being able to breathe, and falling. Then the new servant pulled him closely, somehow helping him to breathe evenly. After that, nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The prince rolled over and nearly flew out from beneath his sheets whenever his gaze landed on the same servant from last night. He teetered on the edge, but eventually fell onto his back. The covers pooled on top of him. They didn't do anything did they? Yeah, the pain was bad enough to want to drown it out with pleasure but he could never bring himself to sleep with someone else outside of the person he loved. The person he could never forget.
Scrambling onto his knees, he peeked over the edge of the bed from the floor, a hand sliding over the floor until it found the broom. Lifting it, he poked her head with its rounded end several times. "Hey, you."
