The bed in the castle has no pea beneath the mattress to disturb her, the sheets are clean and lavender-scented, and she knows that the maids have vanquished every speck of dust, but the returned princess misses the hayloft. The closed drapes around the four-poster bed feel confining now that she has tasted freedom and adventure. Worst of all, and the reason why sleep eludes her, a certain rascally outlaw is not within reach, not even if she stretched out her arms as far as they could go, he is not within call, and she wishes she hadn’t teased him about snoring, for he didn’t, not at all.
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