Camilla’s POV
~FLASHBACK
The bedroom door opened and I stiffened, peeking through half-shut lids as Arthur walked in with half a glass of white wine.
I shut my eyes tighter, pretending to sleep, heart thudding. Where was he coming from? Or rather, where was he going?
He was fully dressed—loose black pants, a green short-sleeved shirt with three buttons undone at the chest, hair styled to one side, and shoes on his feet.
I felt him stop at the foot of the bed and forced my breathing to stay steady. Goddess, please let him go to sleep. Please don’t let him want anything from me tonight. Please. Please. Please.
“Camilla.”
His sharp call made me flinch before I could stop myself.
I relaxed again, hoping he’d just pity me for once and leave me alone. My neck and back ached; I just want
