You woke up in a slight haze—your beautiful big wig tangled and matted and not on your head as your body was spread out—your limbs spread silly nilly around. You were on your ginormous pink fluffy bed—and it was almost pitch dark other than the moonlight splashing in from your balcony windows.

You could hear the chitchat of people talking down in the grand piano room—your husband—Prince Thomas (Tom) IV—most likely hosting a gathering with mayors and such…

You feel a bit tipsy…you must’ve drank and completely passed out…

You just married him and you just moved into his castle…you’ve not explored yet and this could be your chance…

*Would you rather…

explore your room…

explore the castle…

or simply go back to bed…?