He knew, eventually, he had to see her. It was their honeymoon, yet he was hiding in his office, burying himself in work. Most men would be happy to have a wife as perfect as her, but she was still not the woman that he loved.
But as her husband, it was part of his obligation to make his wife happy. Would sleeping with her make her happy? He doubted that as he slept on his side of the bed, same with her.
Nonetheless, he would have to sleep with her, sooner or later, since a King is required to have an heir. Besides, she married him, accepting that she had to bear his children.
"Damnit! Be a man." Lance could already hear what his father would say if he learned he was not consummating his marriage. But would Camille reveal to anyone about their marital affairs?
He doubted that, but still, she was a woman. And from what he had learned from women, they loved to share things with their bestfriends, and somehow, secrets found themselves in the grapevine.
