Juliana was the first to wake up–
In her king's arms, in the middle of a meadow?!
Quickly working to restore her dignity, she pushed off Nick and rose to her feet. In the process, she got caught on her own dress and came tumbling back down.
Her knee went directly into Nick's groin.
He jolted awake from a spasmodic pain of pure torture. At the same time, Juliana jumped off him, screaming, "Sorry!"
The wound was spreading throughout Nick's body, bringing pain to every inch. It was all he could do just to squeeze his eyes shut as he bit his lip, willing the pain away.
At the same time, Juliana was trying to think of ways she could make it better. Maybe if she kicked him somewhere else? That could take his mind off it–
"Juls, I know what you're thinking. Don't kick me." Nick groaned as he folded his hands over his face.