Uh-oh. Trouble. What did I tell you?
Why do nice Princesses always go for the bad boys?
Um, Honey, Your Highness, pardon me, but this is NOT the guy you should allow to try on your crown. You think you're in control because he's on his back, but he's on his back because that's where he does his best scheming.
And because he's drunk.
To borrow from Winston Churchill, in the morning he may no longer be drunk, but you'll feel a lot less like a princess.
I'm going to go tell The King. It's for your own good.
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