No

Kelly’s cheeks burned with embarrassment even though he wasn’t sure if they could even turn pink. As time drifted by, unable to pull his head or stop pretending to kiss the prince, Kelly was certain that it was only a doll.

The eyes lacked light, vacant with an artificial soft warmth to make the doll look like the embodiment of a charming prince. Woe to Kelly, he was his lucky princess.

He was grateful that the dioramas were not in the same part of the chamber as Lady Amber’s bed, as accidentally becoming a voyeur of sleeping maidens was hardly heroic, especially when dressed as one.

Questions of what he was going to do, or if there was any possibility of escape, or if he was going to just be awake forever slowly drifted away as Kelly drifted off even with his eyes open.