The princess, interrogating me whilst refusing to expose herself, to let me in. The princess, comforting my son and, hence, beating the shit out of my heart. The princess’s thighs straddling me, rousing my blood and my body. In my haven, the princess was no longer a princess. In my arms, she became the most painful of thorns. Against my mouth, she became Briar. Briar, fucking kissing me … *
