“It’s a difficult feat, surely,” Gwendolyn laughed lightly beneath her breath— a gesture to cover her shaking breath and trembling hands. “Why else do you think I have a brigade to help me simply dress?” And as a royal, her dresses had always been annoyingly elaborate. The moment the laces of her corset were loosened, air rushed back into her lungs. She released a breathy sigh and stumbled against Cameron’s chest as she regained her balance, her hands gripping at his black tunic as the world spun back into place.<br/><br/>When the room finally settled and his lips brushed against the dip of her breasts that peeked from just behind her chemise, another sigh escaped her. “It almost feels like a dream, doesn’t it? I don’t entirely disbelieve that I’ll wake tomorrow and you’ll still be in Runasia.” Her hands rested for a moment on the top button of his tunic, but she stopped herself. Instead, she took one of his hands and led him towards her bedchambers, her corset still loosely dangling around her waist. Her bed was surrounded by silks to keep the morning sun from blinding her, but it would also afford them another layer of privacy. “Stay with me tonight?” she asked, his face glowing by the candlelight lit by her bed.