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.
The atmosphere seemed to boil, his body pressing on mine, the soothing caress of his lips against my bare skin, I was slowly losing myself to him. His hands wandered gracefully over my body. "Léon-" before I could say anything, a knock drummed at the door, "Your highness!" a maid's worried voice followed, "Sir Léon!" she continued, "the child has been crying for half an hour. We tried everything we thought of. Our last resolve was to seek your grace." She explained, Sir Léon pulled an each away. I could still feel his hot breath on my neck, "I will be there shortly." He pulled back a bit more, enough for his eyes to take in my face, and chuckled. "I suppose we will end here. I hope you are not too disappointed." He sat up, "Nevertheless, I am fairly disappointed."
After fixing his attire, he looked at me once more, "Wait for me here," he said, then left. I sat up, looked around the room, slowly settling my heart to the now emptiness. I finally got up after what felt like twenty minutes and headed to the bath chamber. After what felt like half an hour, I was out of the bath chamber. I put on my silk robe and dried my hair with a towel. After some time I decided to go check on them. When I got there, I just stayed by the door and leaned against the wall. Sir Léon was singing a lullaby to Éviene, cradling her as she slept in his arms. As my eyes took in the scene, I felt a sort of warmth in my heart. As I kept looking, I realized I was an outsider to this painting. Every night together started to choke, countless nights of maybes. I was nothing to this man but his Queen. Though many view him as king, it was only because he is my Bras Droit. The intimacy we shared never came to light, not even to my eyes. I had fooled myself into falling for him, I soothed to be his wife, but I knew, at least I don't think I am fit to be by his side. Still, I wanted to know where our encounters would lead us. "Léon,...
"Léon,"- when she called his name, Sir Léon turned to face her in a swift motion, a little startled, more so surprised, the lack of formality was new but not unwelcomed.