*Princess Belasarius*

Shame is dead and I have killed it. After gorging on enough unhealthy food to make an entire warehouse of axle grease from the fat I’d built up (no regrets motherf*ckers) I awoke from my food coma thanks to Gravestone shaking me lightly on the shoulder. “C’mon Bel, Addicus recommended us an inn, it’s too late to sneak back into the castle now.”

Bel. A nickname. Better than Princess. More personal. I quite liked it. I nodded groggily and eventually ...