At the end of the ceremony, I had returned to my bedroom with Sir Léon. He was standing there covered by the starry night's sky on the balcony, and I was sitting in the chamber, on the bed with a parchment in hand. "I might be mistaken, but I think… you might have grown a liking for the princess, " I said my eyes still locked on the parchment. "Will your highness ever stop teasing me?" He chuckled as he turn around and entered the bed chamber. "Come and sit on the bed," I looked up at him, while patting the spot near me on the bed, inviting him to sit next to me.
I rolled the parchment I was reading, and laid it on the bed's drawer. He approached me, and with a smile he sat down next to me. I pulled back the quilt from my body, pushed him down to the bed. "Evelyne, if you are planning on giving me away. Why keep up this game?" he looked me profoundly. Though it still couldn't stop my actions, his gaze still made me shy.
Unable to stop myself, I laid a hand on his chest, and my head followed down to his stomach, "I just want to cuddle a bit more before letting you off." I paused for quite the second then continued, "I made you the first most important person in my life, though soon enough I will be your second." I sat up once more, "Do you wish for me to grant you marriage with her? It would be a political marriage, for peace or whatever we come up with." My hand on his chest tightened a little.
I looked down at him, who was now propped on an elbow, facing me, looking at me, almost starring at me with admirer's eyes, "A young lady like her is of soft manners, your highness really holds me dearly." he smiled as our eyes met each other. Thus through his eyes I could draw no joy supporting his words, "I wish the best for you, that's all." I replied as his hands found my waist.
He pulled me by the waist, making me fall on his calm rising chest, and held me to a hug. We were so close that I heard him breathing and the pounding sound of his heartbeat. Our faces level each other's before he bowed his leveling his face to my neck. He kissed my neck, inhaled my scent, then without looking up he asked, "Is your highness wearing the perfume I gifted you?"
"I wear it every day," I replied.
His hands found their way to my lower back, then he gently untied my corset, every pull a second as he locked eyes with me. "You should relax, you feel tense, your highness. You can be yourself around me. I crave the day when I will see you carefree." He then continued kissing and sucking softly on my neck, and at one point, he almost made me escape a moan. My grip on the back of his chemise tightened.
He stopped, licked my neck, then spoke again "Your… hm… your flavor, your highness." My corset was finally loosen under his hold. "Could always drive me crazy," he continued. I could foresee where this was heading as his words added on. "Sir Léon, perhaps should stop here." my suggestion fell inexistent to his ears. He kept on and trailed kisses up my throat all the way to my mouth. He finally pulled the corset away and all that was left on me was the soft garment that covered nothing of my skin.