Camilla quickly removed her hand from his throat as if the skin had burned her. She needed to fix this immediately. She needed to distract him from her fighting skills.
She stepped closer to him. She raised her right hand and gently caressed his cheek, letting her soft fingers trail down his strong jawline. She took her left hand and placed it flat against the stone wall right next to his head.
She was essentially trapping him in the alcove, but she was trying to make it look like a romantic, intimate gesture.
"My Lord, it's you," Camilla said out loud. She forced her voice to sound breathless, innocent, and slightly frightened. "You startled me. I was just acting on a sudden fright."
She kept her hand on the wall, leaning her body slightly closer to his. She looked up into his eyes.
"Why are you here?" Camilla asked smoothly, changing the subject completely. "Aren't you supposed to be in the barracks? You just left this morning."
