It was late afternoon when I woke up and found myself tangled up in Prince Ulysses’ arms. I felt his body freeze as my groggy voice rose above his head. “Have you always been sleeping like this?”

He disentangled himself from my arms and sat on the bed in embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” he whispered. 

“You were wrapped around me the entire night,” I teased him.

“I haven't had a good night's sleep in days.” He was defending ...