“I dare say you’ve exceeded them,” Gwendolyn laughed quietly, “though I will say to not place too much stock into my handmaidens’ experiences. They all led me to believe it would be rather painful and boring.” Her fingers played lightly over his face, stroking up and down his cheek as she curled into his side. “Did I conform to yours?” she asked cheekily, the creaminess between her legs enough of an answer. She so terribly wanted him to stay— after sharing such intimacy, how could she ever be expected to sleep alone?<br/><br/>“Sleep here with me,” she said before he could leave her, nuzzling into his neck as she always had, this time with the additional bonus of cuddling up to him competely bare. “Leticia wouldn’t say a word.”<br/><br/>Leticia was the elderly chambermaid that tended to Gwendolyn since the monarch was a little girl, and along with a few other members of the staff, was truly loyal to her and the Amauri family. The chambermaid had been around since even before Cameron had made his way into squirehood. Gwendolyn was sure Leticia would keep her secret for her. “Please my sweet. I think I may be able to sleep well again with you here.” And the thought of sleepily making love again in the early morning hours, the pinks and purples of the horizon glowing over their skin, was enticing.