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Camilla stood as well, the back of her hand brushing against mine. Clenching my fists over and over again, I walked next to her down a long hall. Abraham opened a door for us and we went inside, and as soon as it closed, Camilla stretched, clearly wide awake. Glancing at me over her shoulder, she met my eye with a burning look.

“Unzip me.”

“Yes, your highness,” I said softly, approaching her from behind. Pausing, I took a deep breath before taking hold of her zipper with shaking hands. Her body trembled like a leaf as I pulled the zipper down, my knuckles brushing along her spine. The feeling of her bare skin was utterly intoxicating, so much so that I found myself pulling her dress down her shoulders so that I could see the curve there, the soft slope that made me crazy with want.

“I’m very tired,” she said. “I want you to finish undressing me.”

“Princess—”

She turned around, blessedly holding her dress over her breasts. Her gaze was heated, playful as she met my eye.

“I need help undressing. Will you not assist your princess? I thought you were in my service.” Her bottom lip poked out in a slight pout. Taking a step closer to her, I didn’t look away from her face as I reached forward and gently pulled her hands away. I slipped her dress down past her breasts, fingers brushing along the sides. But I refused to look, instead holding her eye. My hands trailed down her waist, tugging the fabric of the dress down. It was the look on her face—parted lips, wide eyes--made me drop to one knee, leaning in close to her stomach, wanting to kiss and lick her soft, perfect skin. Instead, I let my lips hover close to her, not daring to touch as I pulled the dress down over her hips and let it drop to the floor. And then she was only in a pair of white panties, and I forced my eyes to stay straight ahead. I didn’t want to know if her pussy was wet, even though I knew the answer already. It turned out that looking at her stomach wasn’t much better, and I thought my soul would leave my body if I lingered for just one more second.

Climbing to my feet, I saw that her cheeks were burning red, her lips parted, eyes locked on mine.

“I just realized, I don’t have anything to wear. I’ll have to sleep like this.”

“Oh,” I said as she sat down on the bed. Her eyes beckoned me closer, but I didn’t move, wouldn’t budge. There was no way I would be able to resist the temptation of spreading her thighs and sliding between them.

I promise to protect the honor and dignity of Camilla, Princess of Amoura.

Those were the words, cruelly sworn to my gods. Those were my vows, and I would not break them. Not even for this woman I had wanted to touch since we were awkward, gangly teens half in love, with Camilla so blissfully unaware of her own needs and wants. We were just friends. Just friends who couldn’t look away from each other. Just friends who swam naked together, eyes wandering underneath the surface of the water where no one else could see. Afterward, we would climb out onto the rocks to sunbathe, limbs intertwined, and Camilla would giggle about some boy she was seeing in order to deflect from the fact that she was mine and she knew it and that scared her. It had scared me, too. It still did.