He places me down on the bed and I untie my belt. I slip the robe off one arm at a time before kicking it to the side. The bed is large enough that it doesn't fall on the floor. I'll clean it up later.

Right now, I just want to be naked and held. A yawn escapes my lips again as I slip under the covers. Then I look up at him and smile. Oh, he's lovely. And he wants to know what I'm laughing about.

"I'm certainly no queen. We're not even married, Ewan. So, if anything, consort to the prince, mother of his heirs? It would make me the royal mistress, wouldn't it?"