*Princess Belasarius*
I woke up in the medial wing, feeling like I had just insulted a donkey’s mother and received a swift reprisal. As the room faded into focus, rather than just being a blob of colors and noises, I looked to my right and found a very distressed Gravestone standing at my bedside. “Princess!” he shouted, taking my hand and kneeling beside me.
“Hello Gravestone…” I muttered. My voice was dry as a bone and weak from grogginess and blood loss.
He forced a smile for me and stroked the top of my hand. “Hey there, Bel,” he whispered, just for us. We were alone in the hospital room, everyone else likely having other things to do across the castle after everything that happened. Once more, even if only for a moment, we could simply be us. Despite the injuries, despite the risk of someone walking in, I wanted this moment to last forever.