*Princess Belasarius*

I woke up in the medial wing, feeling like I had just insulted a donkey’s mother and received a swift reprisal. As the room faded into focus, rather than just being a blob of colors and noises, I looked to my right and found a very distressed Gravestone standing at my bedside. “Princess!” he shouted, taking my hand and kneeling beside me.

“Hello Gravestone…” I muttered. My voice was dry as a bone and weak from grogginess and blood loss.

He ...