12
Guilt
Jess curled up in the chair by the windows in what had become her usual spot when she pulled guard duty on William. She pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead as she watched William sleep.
“Fool.” The words were barely a whisper from her lips.
She had no intention of falling into William’s bed again. It had been easy enough to refuse him while he’d been sick, even though he’d begged her on more than one occasion. That had caused a few wide-eyed stares and embarrassment from some of the healers.
Now he was insistent he was well and truly healed enough for bed sport. He was a little harder to resist now and she wasn’t immune to his charms; she never had been. Like it or not, William’s future consort in the shape of an Imperial Princess would show up at court sooner o
