Soft giggles could be heard from the stables close to the dungeon. The guards patrolled closely around the palace, leaving the stables less guarded.
Gwendolyn put his coat back, dusting off the hay that stuck on them. He ruffled his hair, removing any evidence of his nightly affair.
After buttoning his inner shirt, a slender hand rose to seek his assistance. The owner giggled as she watched Gwendolyn's eyes twinkle, his desire igniting three folds upon her seductive smile.
With a scoff, Gwendolyn helped the lady to her feet. She dusted off the hay that stuck to her bare skin, picking up the clothes which the young monarch before her had taken off carelessly only moments ago.
Against the dim light in the stables, her flustered cheeks were visible as she giggled while Gwendolyn helped her pluck out the stubborn hay tangled in her hair.
