Back in your chambers, you're finally alone with your thoughts.

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of busywork and action. You've hardly gotten the chance to sleep at all, and it's a relief to finally sink into your own bed. Your chambers are a far cry from the princess's sprawling rooms of gold and silver - it's barely enough to fit a bed and a table and your chest of clothing, but to you it's home. You shed your maid's outfit and pull on a thin shift to fall asleep in, unbraiding your hair and putting out the candle to plunge your room into darkness.

It doesn't take you long to sink into a half-asleep state of consciousness from all the exhaustion and weariness you've been carrying around. There, your memories swirl into a haze of dominance and submission and suppressed lust, and you can't help but slip a hand down between your legs for some well-deserved relief. You're already soaking wet by the time your fingers find that spot that makes you bite your lip to muffle a needy moan. The princess comes to mind, perfect and pretty and powerful. But in your imagination, she isn't the demure, reserved girl you've known all your life.