With a resounding yes

I'll admit, I'm pretty tired, especially after the events today and the relaxing bath. Also, the prospect of sharing a bed with such a beautiful girl, even if it's my own cousin and we'll just be sleeping, to be quite the inviting one. She slips under the covers, still wearing her nightie, and I remove my shirt as I approach the bed.

"My, my, what a strong man you've become, Aerin. You're going to make a girl really lucky, really soon." she says, already rolled on her side, away from the space I will soon occupy. I climb into the bed, a mere half foot away from the sexy woman sharing it with me. I face away, basically propped up by the tent in my pants. A young prince, used to getting what I want, when I want, laying there with a throbbing erection while potential relief sits inches away, in my own bed. There's irony in there, somewhere.

After some small idle chat, we both somehow manage to slip into the darkness of sleep, the comfortable sheets and warm covers aiding the process quite a bit. However, sometime in the night, the window from the previous morning burst open, freezing rain and burning cold wind invading my most personal of spaces.

I jump at the noise, jolted awake. Guenevere doesn't appear to awaken from her deep slumber. I reluctantly arise from my warm place, and rush towards the window. It appears that the latch is broken, possibly indicating my useless maid Jozlyn might not be as incompetent as I thought when experiencing almost the same scenario earlier in the day.

I manage to rig the window mostly closed, but the room is increasingly becoming colder. Taking my place back in my bed is some comfort, but it's still quite cold. Try as I might, sleep is going to be a difficult thing to find once more.