Gwendolyn trembled as she felt Cameron’s hand slide up her arm. If she was a good queen, she would have left the room and restablished boundaries immediately. She would have preserved their platonic relationship and kept it appropriate. And if it had been anyone else, it would’ve been precisely what she would’ve done without even a moment’s doubt. Cameron had always been her weak spot. Even after five years apart, that had not changed.<br/><br/>She was not a good queen. She was a weak one. The guilt would find her later; perhaps they were both merely vulnerable and lonely, and turned to each other for solace. But at that moment, she tilted her chin and pressed their lips together again in a kiss— feather light and soft, shaking from nerves. The sounds of the dying fire crackled in the background as they curled slowly around each other.<br/><br/>“Then be with me,” she whispered after a moment, their kiss broken for only a blink, before she found his lips again.