The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL)
Chapter 43 - 39: My Home is your Home (II).

Chapter 43: Chapter 39: My Home is your Home (II).

Chapter 39: My Home is your Home (II).

"Rowan."

Princess Camille shakes Rowan’s shoulders who was sleeping soundly. She feels a bit guilty of waking up the tired girl from her sleep but the others have already left- Lieutenant Jonathan and Sir William took their spots to watch.

They are the only two remaining people watching the fire burn through the wood, "Rowan the others have already left, let’s go to our tent."

"...but you’re so soft." (Rowan) groans softly, opening her eyes and looking up at the princess- her kind green eyes and brown hair that even looked beautiful under the moonlight shine. "And you smell nice."

She held onto the princess’ arms hoping to stay in that position a little longer, the warmth that Rowan was feeling- she didn’t want to lose that. "I don’t want to go..."

Ding!

[Notification: Heroine is sad].

[Happiness: -10].

"Not even in a nice fluffy bed with me?" (Princess Camille) sighs, raising an eyebrow, wondering if the red-haired girl has heard of her proposition. There were only a few tents packed so they needed to share, after all the other knights needed their rest too.

"I suppose General Rowan doesn’t like me enough to share a bed," She muses with a playful pout. "Such a shame. Of course, we could stay out here instead... but with all the mosquitoes and the cold night air, I fear I’d either be eaten alive or wake up with a dreadful chill."

"Pardon- we’re going to be together on the same tent?" The general’s eyes widened in disbelief, looking surprised.

Princess Camille nods, laughing a little. I guess no one told Rowan of where she’ll be staying, "Why do you seem surprised? We’ll be sharing a tent together silly."

Ding!

[Notification: Heroine is going to be sleeping in the same bed as the princess]!

[Confidence: -20]

[Happiness: MAX Lvl].

[Love Meter: MAX Lvl].

"Share... a tent together?" She stares at her for a moment, eyes wide, cheeks reddening before looking away. "Sleeping together..."

"Think of it as a sleepover, have you ever done it before? With other girls I mean." They talked before that Rowan doesn’t let anyone near her private space not even other girls so her having sleepovers are...

Rowan shakes her head in reply, "No... I have not."

"Then I’ll be your first."

Rowan stiffens looking a bit nervous after hearing that. Princess Camille notices and quickly corrects herself after realizing that her choice of words were not exactly the best. "That came out wrong. I mean I’ll be your first when it comes to being your first sleepover buddy. Agh... I hope it’s not awkward-"

"Your highness, there is something wrong with me."

"What is it?"

"My mind screams yes but my heart screams that I am not ready for what the night will offer. If the other knights hear of our activities..."

Bonk!

"Honestly-!" (Princess Camille) hit her on the head, right where this girl deserved it. The heroine can apparently think of such things, she’s even more bolder here than any other routes of the princes! This made her think, seeing that usually it’s the men that would make a move on her in the game...

Does this mean- the whole entire time she’ll be playing her role as a love interest will she be the one being required to make a move?

Because by the looks of it every flirty or romantic move has only been done by Rowan minus the kiss.That kiss in the palacewas forced just because of a mission by the system or else the punishment will be five hours of a heart attack simulation.

"I know you’ve been raised in a more that kind of environment but I hope that you understand that we won’t be doing any of that."

"That is acceptable." (Rowan) murmurs, stifling a yawn. "I will... escort her highness to our tent. I would like to take first watch along with the other royal guards to make sure that we’ll be safe-"

"Nope, I could tell you’re tired so you’re coming with me."

"Princess..."

In the end she couldn’t refuse.

...

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The Tent

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"I never expected for the tent to be this cozy. A small foldable chair over there, a table and a lamp." They entered the tent, the only source of light was the moon. Princess Camille scurries around to try and find a box match that they packed for the journey.

"I’ll find a match."

Rowan held the lamp for a moment before placing a hand on her pockets, as if taking someout out before showing the princess that the lamp has been lit. "I’ve got it."

"Oh! Thank you, it would’ve taken me a while to find that lamp." (Princess Camille) takes the lamp from her hands and places it near the bedside table. Their shadows could be seen in the mirror on the walls of the tent. "You know I find it funny that I wasn’t so lucky enough to be reincarnated where it’s the usual magical world with humans full of affinities with magic. Not unlike in your world where it seems to be selective."

Rowan eyes the lamp before agreeing with her, magic in their world is rare- possible but rare. Only the people of the elven and dwarven race are able to possess their skill and talent and magic.

Humans are one percent to none. "Yes, only a few humans can be born as witches and mages, beings that possess magic are called the messengers and guidance of god seeing that they’ve been given such a gift. Does the world you originally come from don’t have that?"

"If it’s in this world yes, but where I come from there’s no such thing. We adapt however by using our advanced technologies made by the smartest people in my world. Seeing that I promised to tell you more about my world, family and the place I come from, this might be the right time to confide to you about who I truly am." She walks over right by the bed where two nightgowns were resting at the sheets. "But first-"

Princess Camille started taking off the buttons of her dress, knocking Rowan in shock as the young general’s heart almost burst. "W-Wait! What are you doing?!"

"Changing into my nightgown, of course?" She replies innocently, playing it cool, Princess Camille knows the effect she has on Rowan and just wanted a bit of fun seeing her reaction.

Rowan stands up straight and almost bolts out of the tent in panic. "I... I should go outside."

Princess Camille stops what she was planning and assures her that it was nothing to worry about after all they’re both girls, no need to feel ashamed and all that. "Nonsense we’re both girls-"

But after seeing Rowan’s face being reddened and embarrassed, perhaps she doesn’t think the same as they do. To her this must mean... everything.

"My apologies General Rowan this must be rather a bit much for you, however, you need not to go outisde and you can just look into my eyes. No need to look anywhere else that’s tempting." She drags Rowan by the bed once more as she holds her arm but she still doesn’t want to look at the princess taking off her clothes.

"..."

"The floor is also an option."

"..."

Rowan says nothing and stares at the floor looking rather awkward and adorable, something the princess absolutely adores to see. She chuckles taking off her horse riding uniform, getting ready to wear her nightgown. "Pfft. I’ll be quick, you can use this opportunity to change into your sleepwear as well, my maid should have placed a spare right by the edge of the bed right where you’re sitting."

"You can use that if you’d like."

As the princess finished putting on her clothes, she turned around and was about to call Rowan when...

"...hngh."

Rowan grunted as she tugged at the soft fabric, the delicate nightgown barely stretching over her broad shoulders. The thin straps strained, threatening to snap as she forced her arms through. A deep sigh left her lips as she finally managed to pull it down, though it clung awkwardly to her muscular frame.

’Good lord she’s so toned!’ Princess Camille, sitting on the edge of her lavish bed, had initially meant to offer assistance. But now, she simply stared. ’In the game the art would definitely show her body naked multiple times in 2D bbut real life 3D version of this me panic!’

Her gaze traced over Rowan’s toned arms, the defined ridges of her abdomen shifting with every frustrated movement. The general’s black bra, partially exposed beneath the loose neckline, only added to the breathtaking contrast of power and vulnerability.

And the scars...

"...gulp." (Princess Camille) swallowed hard. Her fingers twitched in her lap, aching to reach out, to trace over those sculpted muscles, to feel their warmth beneath her fingertips.

Instead, her lips parted slightly, and before she could stop herself-

"...Hahh."

A quiet, breathy sigh slipped free.

Rowan, still struggling with the nightgown, glanced over, brow furrowed. "Your highness, Princess Camille? I think I’m stuck."

Princess Camille snapped upright after hearing her name, hands clasping together as she forced a composed smile. "N-Nothing! Just... admiring the, um... fit. Of the dress."

Rowan gave her a skeptical look before muttering under her breath, even if she couldn’t see her right there the tone of her voice makes it obvious. "Would you happen to have another one like this? This one hardly fits at all."

Princess Camille bit her lip.

That was precisely the problem.