The Princess knocked at his door, waiting outside patiently. She knocked at the door twice, thrice, but no response came. She sighed, recalling the days when she would just barge into his room without thinking about the consequences. It was still early afternoon, and he couldn't be sleeping.
After much consideration, the Princess opened the door to peek inside. What could go wrong? He might still be flustered about her mood. She peeked to see he was lying on the bed with his forearm over his eyes. Was he asleep?
The Princess narrowed her eyes, wondering why she had never caught him sleeping till now. She tiptoed up to the bed to take a good look at him. Was he really sleeping?
The Princess leaned toward his face, trying to hear if he was breathing. She wasn't sure why she wondered if his sleep would be any different from humans, but her curiosity won. Fortunately, he was breathing.
