He slowly kneels down in front of her, gazing into her eyes, to confirm what he wishes to do. Then he kisses her neck, pressing the end of his tongue ...ightly against the skin after each kiss. He moves slowly down to the nape of her neck, licking it wholly. She shivers at this, her eyes moving heavenwards. He moves his hands to her back, and began to play his fingers down the notches of her spine like a piano, stroking each one, as he moves his kisses lower. Coming upon the breasts, he lightly. Oh god, what on earth was happening? My life had always been pretty straightforward but this just took me off the rails completely. I couldn’t say no though because if I did I would have been lying. I looked her dead in the eye but as soon as I did I got butterflies again. It was the strangest, sweetest feeling I had ever had. She was so gorgeous. She must of sensed how I was feeling because she finally smiled at me and moved closer. “I don’t need words, I can see it in your eyes. You loved. Prince Daniel, eager to return to his duties as chief historian and royal archivist, (and also to ‘restore company’ with Sir John), bid his compatriots adieu and mounted his faithful steed, Oroboros. Sitting upright with the authority befitting his station, straight backed and chest out, a solid but gentle grip on the reins and his feet planted firmly in the stirrups, the Prince was a master of equestrian skill. Oroboros, (a gift from Sir John), who possessed a model temperament, was never. I’d rather he didn’t know you were here. Do you mind?”He gave a reassuring grin, as if trying to recapture her goodwill, and placed a hush finger to his lips.“Thanks,” she mouthed.While she talked, Jonathan scrutinised her. She was prim - tweed skirt and Jaeger turtleneck sweater with over-fussed chestnut hair. Her eyes were chocolate - large and bright - apart from which there was nothing spectacular about her. Despite that, he couldn’t take his eyes from her.Her husband spoke.“Oh, hello.