The light from the morning sun was too bright. My head was pounding, almost as if it was beating me up from the inside for having drank so much the night before. My face hurts. Why the fuck is my face hurting? Oh right. The princess kicked me in my face last night. I sat up on the bed, and massaged my temples. And where the fuck are my clothes?
The princess was bent at her waist, rummaging through one of the bundles of clothes she packed the day before. Her torn sleeping gown hung loosely off her shoulders. I pushed myself off the bed and walked towards her, uncertain of my own intentions. Was I angry? Or was I sorry? My mind was hazy because of this fucking drubbing in my head.
She turned around, startled, and leapt to her feet when she saw me standing stark naked next to her. She stepped away from me, her eyes darting between my face and my exposed cock. I took a step towards her, reaching out my hands, unsure of what I actually wanted to say or do. She retreated. I followed her, matching each of her backwards steps with a forward step of mine until she found herself sandwiched between me and the wall behind her back.