The princess’ dungeon adventure

Princess Giselle - no Alex, he reminded himself, awoke early the next day to an insistent and rather throbbing presence between his legs. He yawned and pushed off his covers to regard his manhood standing at attention. “So this is a morning glory,” he muttered as he reached for the bed pan under the bed and, with some unfamiliarity, relieved himself, whistling a tune to cover the pitter patter sound.

He found a towel and water and gave himself a quick wash then took about shaving himself inexpertly. He nicked himself a few times much to his annoyance then dressed in britches, tunic, leather armour, boots, grieves, belt, sword and scabbard, boot dagger and cloak. He grabbed his adventuring kit and wandered down to the common kitchen for breakfast.