He stopped when she came towards him, and opened his arms to receive her in an embrace. Charles leaned down and his lips met hers, before he wrapped his strong arms around her waist. It wasn’t as easy to be wise in her vicinity, as it was in his rooms. He had thought about her, and how he had to end whatever they got going on. Terrible things would happen if someone caught them.
But as soon as he felt the gentle pressure of her body against his, Charles forgot about being careful and took whatever she had to give him. The fact that he had to give her away the next morning, to the Old Portuguese fart of a King, meant nothing.
“How are you feeling?” He caressed her cheek with his fingers, and looked down at her with his worried blue eyes. “As of tomorrow you wont be your brother’s subject anymore. “