49. Midnight Shenanigans

It is well past midnight and I can vaguely hear the owl hooting out my window.

Creeping toward the door, I pull on the straps, adjusting them to fit around my boobs. Should've gotten a new pair. These are hella tight.

As I twist the doorknob, hoping for a quiet exit, I come face to face with Boris, the ever-vigilant captain of my guard.

Damn. How do I get rid of them? How the hell am I supposed to sneak out if someone's always on guard around the clock?

"Princess, do you need something?" Boris inquires, stepping forward.

I force a nervous laugh, holding the door open wider. "I was hoping I'd get some air."

He nods, but I know he won't let me go alone. No chance. He motions to the rest of my entourage, and it's crystal clear they're coming along for the ride.

"We'll accompany you, Your Highness," Boris declares.

"Actually, Boris, I'd like to take a stroll on my own. You can stay here and guard the room. I won't be gone for long," I announce,