THE KING'S POV
"Your Highness this is your quarters for the night" The kingsman shows him his room.
"Thank you and where's the princess's room?"
"It's in the west wing, Sire"
"Thank you, you can leave me now"
"Yes, Sire"
He sits on his bed and suddenly he's filled with a feeling of longing. His entire being is craving to have you next to him, to spend time with him, and to know his most inner thoughts. He lays back on his bed and starts to think back to when he saw you this morning.
(God, her scent will drive me insane. The way she carried herself and god...that dress. How am I going to stay sober in her presence when she consumes me so?)
He stands up and shakes his head.
"I should start acting like a King. I can't afford to lose control around her. Get hold of yourself, James!"
