Oh, how she wished it. Gwendolyn nodded, their foreheads pressed together, as Cameron’s hands wandered up and down the edges of her corset. She was impatient, eager— part of her wondered if it would’ve been easier to merely rip it off of her. Corsets were such fickle things to put on and take off.<br/><br/>Always so attuned to her and her needs, even after so many years. It was astounding how connected they remained. She was indeed tired of leading the palace, when all she wanted now was time to be, time to grieve. Falling into Cameron’s arms without thought was just what she needed so desperately.<br/><br/>“Aye,” she whispered back to him, her fingers tenuous against his face.