The next time Prince Varkys-Crowley woke up, he had a lovely human woman asleep on his chest with her arm draped across his stomach that growled with hunger.
Yrsula looked prettier than he thought she would as she slumbered with her hair a mess. For some reason, it was nice to see the beauty of a human woman. They were so delicate, and even though they were very imperfect - it was those imperfections that made his manhood stiff, and his heart rapid.
He was still pretty groggy, and strummed his fingers across her hair and behind her curved ear as he attempted to get back to sleep. His head was filled with so many ideas and plans as he listened to the rain hit the parts of the exposed panes of glass that remained.
