…Faith can only pray that she won’t be discovered…

“SPIRITS FROM THE SANDS OF DIAMONDS!!! I BEESEECH THEE!!! REVEAL WHAT I SEEK!!!” The Princess conjures a wicked rolling dice. “MY CHILDREN!!! I COMMAND YOUR POWER!!!”

“Piggy! Piggy! PIGGY!!!” The baby girls chant and conjure dice of their own.

Faith wants to die on the spot, which is hoping for the best-case scenario rather than being served on a plate as a tasty (and very cute) piggy princess dinner. If these damn cards were sharp enough, she’d slit her own throat.

*dink* A mysterious dice summons itself again for Faith, too. But, due to wanting to die so much, she hasn’t noticed.

“NOW!!!”

All parties cast their dice…

…

*clack* *clack* and *clack*

…

“NANI!?” Looks like The Princess and all her daughters rolled 0s.

Faith wipes sweat from her forehead. “...whew…” According to the dice that loves to tuck itself between her bosom, she rolled a 9, surely canceling out this crazy snake princess and her crazy snake babies.

*HISS* “HOW DARE YOU ALL FAIL ME!?!?!?” The Princess scowls at her girls.

*poke* *poke* “Not me Mama. Look…” The sweet baby boy sucks his thumb and shows he rolled an 8.

In the blink of an eye, The Princess reverts to her “human” form. “Ahhhhhhhh~✨ You tried so hard for me~✨” She lovingly pats his cute little head and ruffles his fluffy hair.

*yawn* “Mama, I’m sleepy…” The baby boy stretches.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~✨ Mama’s good luck boy~✨ You need your rest~✨ Tomorrow, I will teach you about foreign exchange rates~✨” The Princess picks her son up and gives him more kisses on his cheek. “Come along, girls~✨”

“Mama’s boy! Mama’s boy!” The girls blow more raspberries as they leave with Mama and try to yank on their brother’s tail.

…

…

Faith pokes her head out of the bush and checks the left, right, and left again. All clear. She breathes a sigh of country-girl relieeeeeeeeeeef. “That was a close call, sugah…”

“Are they gone? Are those demons gone?” The Prince pokes his head out, too. “Farewell my son…”

“I think so, sugah…but in case she comes back…” Faith shoves the prince so that he falls on his back. “While she’s busy teaching her son about money, I should teach Daddy to be more quiet~❤️‍🔥” *snort* *snort* *OINK* “Hmm, sitting on yew wasn’t effective enough~❤️‍🔥 We should practice another method. I’ll show yew how we do things down in Peachmane~❤️‍🔥”

*GULP* “p-p-practice?” The Prince sweats, sensing something way more “evil” than his fiance/wife/owner ever was. “...do what things?”

“You’re the writer, sugah~❤️‍🔥 Use yer imagination~❤️‍🔥” Faith crawls towards him. *oinky* *oinky*

The Prince tries to crawl back. “Y’know, this might sound shocking coming from a creative genius like myself, but I’d prefer to not use my imagination right now-”

*urp* The Prince is shut up by Faith’s finger to his lips.

“Writers shouldn’t talk so much. Let your pen do the talking, sugah~❤️‍🔥” *GROOOOOOOOOOOOOWLLLLLL* *RRRRAAAAAWWWR* Faith tackles the prince and gets down to business drafting a new chapter…

…a new chapter country girl style…

…and a desperate for lovin’ gal like Faith tends to have a lot of pent-up desires perfect for a smutty scene such as this…

Due to a strong sense of authorship, Faith is sure to leave her signature everywhere on The Prince’s face. After all, if she can’t claim him as her property, she can, at the very least, provide proof of copyright here💋, here💋, and there💋, and everywhere~💋~💋~💋~💋

Oh, but Faith prefers to work in private, so we’ll have to turn the page and let these two “work out their creative differences” alone for now…

-CHAPTER END-