Ilse leaned forward to press her forehead to the prince's chest as she blew out a shuddering breath. Laughing quietly, Leo stroked her back in a manner that almost appeared tender to Violet's shocked eyes.
"Is it as pleasurable for everyone else?" Ilse rasped. Her frame continued to tremble in the prince's embrace as she eventually pushed down her bunched skirts.
"That was only the beginning of it." Leo said. "You can stay here a little longer, can't you? I can show you the rest."
"Maybe just a little longer." Ilse looked up at him and Violet wanted to slap the silly, dreamy expression off her face. "But I'll need soon to get ready for attending Her Majesty at dinner."
"Why? My mother has a huge army wladies to wait on her. Surely she can do without your company for one night, can't she?"
