QUOTE : There was a gentle tap on the door.<br /><br />“Enter!” Gwendafyn shouted without getting out of bed.<br /><br />The handmaidens tip-toed into the room, bearing trays of food: quail eggs, bacon, breakfast bread, and more. They studiously stared at the trays as they meekly set them on Gwendafyn’s mattress.<br /><br />“If you need anything else, Your Highness,” they murmured as they curtsied together.<br /><br />“We’re fine. Thank you,” Gwendafyn said.<br /><br />The handmaidens nodded, then hurried out of the room.<br /><br />“Fyn,” Benjimir said, practically purring as he leaned into her shoulder. “I believe you have ruined my reputation. No one will think me an innocent flower any longer.”<br /><br />Gwendafyn laughed. “Because surely I’m the swashbuckler out of the two of us.”<br /><br />“We are in your bed,” Benjimir pointed out as he offered Gwendafyn his plate of bacon. “And here my father kicked up a fuss, thinking I would corrupt you. Behold, how the tides have changed.”<br /><br />Gwendafyn swiped a piece of Benjimir’s bacon. “I have no regrets,” she announced.