The Odious Princeling:
A Carnivorous Pod Disguised as an Art Nouveau Mood Lamp
His song enticed her. Mellifluous, rhapsodic, he praised her beauty.
A honeyed nectar wafted. She could drink of this sweet nepenthe
if only she slid a tiny bit his way. But was his promise of succor entirely to be trusted?
Perhaps a short nap would help her to decide…