Elijah smirked. "Well, my love, you<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>the Princess." He reminded her, walking around the bed to perch behind her. He unbuttoned his shirt carefully, shrugging it off of his shoulders and hanging it carefully on one of the bed posts, leaning over her to do so. When he retreated back to his place, he stopped, taking a moment to plant his lips against her neck. Fingers moved to the fastenings of her dress, undoing them one by one.<br/><br/>When all of them were unfastened, he left her to remove the dress. He could see the amount of layers that sat under her dress, and he didn't want to attempt to remove it for her lest he rip it. He took the time to retrieve his wine, finishing off the remainder of his glass and pouring himself another. He was surprised he was still awake after the amount of alcohol he had consumed throughout the day, but he'd developed quite a tolerance to it.