26 December, 1358. Westerhaven Palace, Islia
William stood there in the corridor, completely befuddled, as Princess Camilla stepped into Tession's chamber and resolutely shut the solid door in his face.
Apparently, their conversation was over.
He'd been looking for her all day, though of course he'd never admit that to her or anyone else. He'd wanted to talk to her after the kiss they'd shared yesterday afternoon, after the cutting of the wishing cake.
Actually, William hadn't so much wanted to talk to her as tease her about it. The Moraigthian girl was laughably easy to get a rise out of when it came to certain matters. She was painfully modest, which William found delightful. So different to the Islian ladies, who he knew would undress for him at the snap of his fingers.
Turned out, the princess wasn't in the mood for teasing at all. In fact, she was not only furious by what he'd done but also humiliated.