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"You want to be my Princess?" His voice was thick as he dragged her to her feet. "Dress. And you can be my proper Princess."
Her fingers were thick on the buttons and laces, but he helped her, tender as he cased her in silk and lace. "Tell me, Princess." His hand lingered on the collar. "Will you serve me in your bower?"
"In my..." He'd steered her towards the bed, which had a look about it of a royal chamber, deep here in the castle. "Yes, my Lord. How would you like me?"
He laid her on the thick feather bed, her skirts piled around her waist. "Royally, of course." He pulled the curtains. "I'll have my Princess like a king."
"Yes, your Majesty."
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