The Queendom of Falena was fast asleep. Dawn trickled slowly in to the Prince's window, who lay motionless in his bed. A knock -- or rather, a bunch of rather insistent knocks echoed from his door. A familiar voice followed, one the Prince had heard before but couldn't quite place. When confronted with no response, the owner of the voice continued knocking, each time harder than the last.
Prince Freyjadour Falenas groaned and rolled over, managing a hoarse, "come in." The door creaked open, and a short, slim figure swept in, his cloak jerking this way and that with every movement.
Not bothering to tend to the lights, or even introduce himself, the figure exlaimed, "Ah! How romantic! You are waiting for me to awake you with a kiss, my love!" The figure, who Freyjadour groggily identified as male, stalked confidently closer to the Prince's bed.
Slightly horrified, but mostly confused and cranky, Freyjadour sat up stiffly and squinted, "Pardon?" The figure, who did not seem to hear him, grabbed the Prince by the shoulders and planted a firm kiss on the former's lips.
"... oh my!" Euram Barows said after pulling away, furrowing his brow and tapping his foot.
"Yes." Freyjadour was contested between throwing up the contents of his empty stomach, or setting his assailant on fire, or perhaps throwing up on his assailant, when --
"You're most certainly not Lymsleia, and a horrible kisser at that."