By the faint moonlight, Annan could just make out the figure lying beside him. Her curves strained against her robe, even more pronounced than the Princess's, and she carried a fresh, natural scent...
The Elf Mentor?
Irilanze was fast asleep, hugging her own arm. Her cheek was squished into a little puff of baby fat, and the pointed ear beneath her hair twitched as she murmured, "No, I can't eat any more..."
"Can't eat any more of what?"
"So many berries..."
Annan relaxed, then immediately tensed again.
If the Elf Mentor was sleeping beside him... where was the Princess?
Annan looked around and found the Princess curled up on the floor beside the lounge chair, sound asleep.
"Irilanze!"
The Elf Mentor knelt before Annan with her head lowered.
Standing over her, Annan scolded, "The Princess is already a little clueless, and you went and bullied her!"
"She's the one who climbed into bed."
"Wh-what bed? There's no bed!" Annan flushed and glanced around in a panic, making sure no third... fourth person had heard. "Hurry up and bring the Princess back!"
Irilanze obeyed, lifting the Princess onto the lounge chair before climbing in beside her.
"What are you doing?" Annan asked, stunned.
"I can't stand watching you hold another woman. I might as well sleep holding her myself!"
Annan had no answer. Francois had once said that two beauties embracing was the loveliest sight in the world. Annan had scoffed at the time, but now he had to admit...
"Darling, want to join us?"
Irilanze crooked a finger at Annan, then patted the palm-sized space behind her hips. She was more tempting than a Succubus.
Annan's face burned. Changing the subject, he said, "I thought Elves slept hanging from trees."
"Those are bats."
"You tie yourselves to branches with