It is well past midnight and I can vaguely hear the owl hooting out my window.
Creeping toward the door, I pull on the straps, adjusting them to fit around my boobs. Should've gotten a new pair. These are hella tight.
As I twist the doorknob, hoping for a quiet exit, I come face to face with Boris, the ever-vigilant captain of my guard.
Damn. How do I get rid of them? How the hell am I supposed to sneak out if someone's always on guard around the clock?
"Princess, do you need something?" Boris inquires, stepping forward.
I force a nervous laugh, holding the door open wider. "I was hoping I'd get some air."
He nods, but I know he won't let me go alone. No chance. He motions to the rest of my entourage, and it's crystal clear they're coming along for the ride.
"We'll accompany you,
