“Don’t let her see me…” The Prince cowers in the bushes and speaks in the world’s quietest voice. “If there is a God, please don’t let her see me-he-heeeeeeeeeeeeeee.” He even needs to stop the bush itself from shaking with him.

Faith chuckles. “Shh, but you need to be more quiet (lie), or else we’ll get caught.”

“Yes, good idea!” The Prince speaks in the galaxy’s quietest voice. “But how?”

“Shhhhhhhh, sugah. Shh~❤️ Let me take care of that.” Faith gets ready to sit...

…right on The Prince’s face. Perfectly muffling the writer with her page.

“Mmmfrmrmmmmrrfmmrmrmrmrmrm!!!” The Prince says something.

Faith gets nice and comfy. Taking extra care to squeeze her thighs when necessary, and right now, “necessary” means full lockdown. “You’re too wound up.” She parts the bushes. “Now let’s see what all the fuss is about…”

It’s the collar-carrying Princess of SaurDIAMONDS. She simply wants her prince to come home. “Where are you, my love~?” She skips around daintily. “You shouldn’t be out in public without your collar.” She also simply wants her pet to come home.

…bitch… Faith huffs and looks back down at the suffocating prince. “Tee-hee, I didn’t know yew wuz a puppy, sugah~❤️”

The Writer, a.k.a. The Prince, is insulted by this. He frees himself from the impromptu make-out session with Faith’s “hot off the presses” page. “I’m a WRITER! Not a DOG!” The Prince barks back as he wipes away tears.  “And nothing about the collar she’s carrying is funny! That castle. That bedroom. That prison called a castle. That dungeon called a bedroom. So horrible, so, so horrible…” He shivers like recounting war flashbacks…the trauma…the trauma…

“There, there.” Faith pats his head. “Tell me all about it, and let your heart be at ease…” She sneaks in another glance at this sad dog of a writer’s bone.

The Prince recounts his terrible tale with Faith. “It all started during our honeymoon…”

“Mhm, mhm, go on.”

“...after she personally executed the ‘rescue party’ sent by my ex-girlfriend…”

“Mhm, mhm, go on.” Faith checks her nails. She doesn’t care about this ex-girlfriend.

“I didn’t know about her ‘other side’ until it was too late…”

“Other side, sugah?”

“Yes, other side…her…her….herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…” It looks like The Prince is about to have a stroke if he ever finishes this sentence.