After the longest time of staring at the plain wall, I decided to work the television.

Now, I stand here, on this great land of hotel floor, with the little weird box in my hand, wondering why there's no sound. I keep pushing the channel buttons, but the volume won't change.

My goodness, I broke their television.

"They're going to throw me in their dungeon."

He faces me like I'm a nuisance.

"Tough luck."

"I'll die."

"From the clear stuff you drank. I told you; I'm going to live longer."

"No, you're old so I'll live longer."

He shakes his head, gets up, gets next to me and takes the little, strange contraption from my hand. He inspects it for a while before pushing a button. The television makes noise again, quite loud. He hands me back the contraption, putting his hands over his ears. I push the one button to make it quieter after pushing the wrong one and making it louder.

Whoops.

I sit on the edge of the bed, pushing the channel buttons to see what will happen. Does it run out? This is too confusing. How do humans build such things, yet have ugly buildings and no plants?

"Eat marshmallows with me."

I turn around and hold the bag out to him. He pushes my hand away.

"You don't know what it is. I'm not eating it."

"It can't be bad; the humans love them."

"They eat animals, princess."

"I told you. These don't look like any animals, though."

"Baby rabbit."

I open the noisy bag and grab one.

"It's not a baby rabbit."

I hold it in front of him and squeeze it. He watches me for a while before grabbing my elbow and pulling me closer. I fall on the bed at a weird angle.

"No thanks."

"You're evil."

I sit back up and make sure my arm is still attached. Once it is fine, I eat the marshmallow that almost got me killed. It's... how do I describe this?

"Try one."

"No."

"Put fruit on it then."

"I'm not wasting perfectly good food on whatever that is."

"You know that the fruit is different from ours. Everything here is different."

He nods. I get the honey and put it on another marshmallow. It is much different now. I'm sticky. Ew. Whatever these white things are, it's like I'm not even eating them. I eat it and it disappears from my stomach. It's a trap.

"They dry out my mouth."

"Then stop eating them."

"I can't. It's weird."

He sits up beside me and hits my hand with the book. I drop the bag and look at my poor hand that now hurts.

"Why'd you do that?"

"You can't eat them if you can't hold them."

"You buffoon."

"You oddity."

"Is that your favorite word?"

"No."

"Then why do you say it so much?"

"I have free will."

"Guess so."

My dignity and self-worth are now gone. My hand will never be the same again. My right hand is getting married, and the left one is broken. Oh, however shall I live with this misery? In this pain and suffering?

"I'm going to die from heartbreak."

"Another thing for your ongoing list."

I lay on the bed.

"Do you miss your home too?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Too boring."

"What's the real answer?"

"That's the real answer. Why would I lie to you, princess?"

"Because you have free will."

He nods and crosses his arms on his forehead. I turn back to the television that is playing something. This is nothing like a play. Where are the colorful lights? The screen is so dark. I have no idea what is happening.

"Let's go somewhere."

"Why?"

"We have time."

"Nope."

"I know how to greet the humans in their language. I've heard it so many times from everyone we've talked to."

"That you've talked to."

I lay beside him and mock his pose. I don't think he can see me though.

"You should talk to the humans too."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Your job."

"We have jobs now?"

He nods while dragging his hands down his face and turning towards me. He's so gorgeous.

"I keep you alive and you interact with everyone."

"That's all?"

He nods before flicking my nose. I try to flick him back, but he turns away before I could. This isn't fair. With that loss, I flick his shoulder. He soughs really loudly like he moved a mountain. I poke his cheek.

"Stop that."

"Then stop flicking me all the time."

He faces me again and flicks my nose.

"Never."

"I'll fight you."

"I dare you."

I grab the pillow and whack him with it.

"I win."

Then, in an unexpected turn of events that no one would ever think of, the pillow hits my face. I fall over and die. What a tragic way to die.

"Stop acting like you're dead."

Nothing, I'm too dead to respond. The bed moves, footsteps fade away and the door is opened then closed. I sit up and look around at the empty room. Where is he going? He better not get kidnapped or something.

After sitting with weird television noises, footsteps approach the door. I lay back down and act as dead as I can. I'm not a professional, so I might disappoint the entire world. The door opens and closes as he walks back in with those stupid boots.

"This is your last chance to show you aren't dead, princess."

Some more nothing because I need to be a good actor in life. It's my goal besides finding a husband to help me rule the kingdom in a few years. I'm so excited.

"Dead people don't randomly smile, princess."

He gets on the bed, a second later, small somethings fall on me, poking me every spot my skin is bare. I sit up and see grass all over me, still falling. He's on his hand and knees, with the other holding a handful of grass above me.

"I told you I'd live longer."

I grab his hand, so grass stops getting everywhere. He looks the happiest yet. One day I shall get him to smile properly.

"You can't put grass all over the bed."

He takes his hand from me before sitting down.

"I can do whatever I want."

"Isn't very proper or nice of you."

"Okay, miss proper."

He drops the grass on my head. My hair was already ruined before. Oh, the misery.

A/N: He kept his promise, how sweet.

I wrote chapter 38 today and it's so cute. I mean it's cute. The chapters after however... 👀