“What in the world am I supposed to do?” she cried.
“What do you mean, my tender love?”
“What am I to do now that I know you’re a deviant?”
Great sobs were shaking her lithe royal body.
“Which of your standards have I violated this time?”
“Call it trivial or even minuscule, but you have removed the pea from under my mattress,” said the princess to her prince.
“I shall have my servant get a fresh one from the royal gardens. It’s pea season, I believe.”
The prince took her in his brawny arms, but it took a long time for her sobs to subside. About 5 minutes, 33 seconds and 52 milliseconds according to the prince’s stop watch.
He was getting better at calming down his oh so supersensory love by the day.
– James Steerforth (© 2012)
Written around deviant, minuscule and trivial from 3WW.