5 June, 1359. Magdaline Castle, Islia
That night, after the usual dinner banquet, Camilla found herself with a dilemma on her hands.
What had started as a relatively chaste good night kiss outside the doors of her presence chamber had then turned into a frantic one. William had kissed her like a starving man and she had found herself clinging to him as if her life depended on it.
He had managed to fumble one of the doors open while his other hand remained tangled in her hair. William had then lifted her slightly so her feet were no longer on the ground and, without breaking the kiss, pivoted them both into the presence chamber.