Hope Has Many Faces [Part 1]
Just as William was about to wake up from his slumber, he felt something soft, and fragrant touching his face.
The Half-Elf sleepily opened his eyes, and found himself locked up in a warm embrace, with his head pressed over a soft bosom.
The memories of what happened several hours ago appeared inside his head, which made him realize that he had fallen asleep while Princess Aila was comforting him, with his face buried in her chest.
That was as far as his memories took him.
However, there was a problem.
He could feel another pair of arms hugging him from behind, and two soft mounds were pressed against the back of his head, making him wonder who their owner was.
Right now, William knew that he needed to make a choice.