Sure. What else are you going to do?

You sneak around the castle until you reach the large wooden doors for the stables. You grab the handle and the door swings open easily. Your nostrils are hit with the overpowering smell of poorly-groomed livestock, but it's dry and warm, so you step in quickly.

You are immediatly greeted by Doe who is holding a lantern and is still dressed in the sexy little maid's outfit. Her face is no longer angry and is now a kind of guilty shame. Unfortunatly for her, all the anger is on your face now.

"What the fuck is going on? Why did you slap me?" You seethe at her and you see her wince a little bit. You find yourself enjoying the look on her face.

"I am so sorry, John." She whispers. "I really am. When I came to, I realized I was chambermaid in the castle. Not seeing you nearby, made me realize how delicate the situation is. I'm afraid we don't have a lot of chances to get this one right."

"My cheek is burning." You scowl angrily.

"I had to do something, before you blew the cover story I made for you." She said. "As stableboy, you can go about the castle easily with very little trouble." Her eyebrows knot up and you can see she's truly sorry. "If you want, you can slap me back later. Now, we have one night to get this thing right."

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"C'mon up into the hay loft. I have a dry change of clothes for you. We can talk there." She leads you up a flimsy ladder to the rafters, where a large square of wood held up a pile of hay. Sure enough, there was a change of clothes and a towel. "Take off those clothes before you catch something."

"Pardon?" You ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't start." She glares. You shrug and begin to unlace your shirt. "Look, the story of the Princess and the Pea is about a girl who claims to be a princess. She arrives at this castle and is taken in by the Queen. She considers the girl as a possible marraige prospect for her son, the prince."

"Naturally. She is a mother." You reply, taking your sopping shirt off and dropping it into the ground. Doe's eyes roam over your wet body for a second before returning to your face. She has to clear her throat befopre continuing.

"Yes, well, she has to devise a test to see if the girl is really who she claims to be. So she places a pea under 12 mattresses that the girl will sleep on." Her voice dies out as your undo the ropes for your pants. Not wanting to drag it out, you pull your pants down to your ankles. Doe lets out a strangled gasp of surprise as you expose your manhood to her. Her face goes red and she tries to avert her eyes, but they keep wandering back to your naked body. "A-anyway. The girl turns out to be a real princess because she doesn't get a wink of sleep. She is kept up all night because she can feel the penis. I MEAN PEA!" She adds quickly, looking away from your cock. You chuckle and grin.

"So feeling a...pea...under a bunch of mattresses means she's a princess?" You ask. Doe nods weakly, still staring at the far wall. "Not exactly a sound way of deciding royalty if you ask me. So what's the problem?"

"She's fast asleep." She explains. "She's so exhausted she's sleeping right through the uncomfortable pea. We need to devise a way to keep her up all night so the Queen believes she is a princess."

"Ah." You say, then look at the towel. You are about to ask for it, when another idea comes to mind.