The Crimson General Desires no Prince! (GL) -
Chapter 61 - 40: My Home is your Home (III).
Chapter 61: Chapter 40: My Home is your Home (III).
Chapter 40: My Home is your Home (III).
Rowan grumbled as she adjusted the fabric again, the nightgown barely accommodating her frame. Every movement made her muscles flex- her biceps tensing as she pulled at the delicate straps, the fabric straining across her chest, her abs shifting with every deep breath.
’To whoever god is listening to my thoughts right now please I beg of you to answer me why you’ve given me such a wonderful woman with toned abs?! It’s so hard controlling myself not to touch it!’ (Princess Camille) was drowning.
Her eyes roamed shamelessly, fixating on every inch of exposed skin.
The strong curve of Rowan’s shoulders, the dip between her collarbones, the way the soft fabric clung to her waist but refused to hide the sculpted lines of her stomach.
A deep warmth coiled in Princess Camille’s chest, rising to her cheeks, to the tips of her ears. Her mouth was dry, yet she couldn’t stop her tongue from darting out to wet her lips.
Then, before she could stop herself-
"...Hahhh."
Rowan froze. "Princess are you still there? Why aren’t you saying anything?"
Princess Camille jolted, clamping a hand over her mouth. Rowan’s brow furrowed as she turned, the shift of muscle, the sharp definition of her forearms, the faint glisten of sweat along her skin- Princess Camille was going to faint.
"I-I should-" (Princess Camille) scrambled to her feet, but her knees wobbled. "I should call Sylvie my maid and get you new clothes that fit your size! Yes! How utterly brilliant! Why don’t you stay put? I’ll be back in a minute!"
Rowan narrowed her eyes not being able to see anything because her arms were stuck, "...o-okay."
Her soft voice was that of a small little child’s, imagine if you’ve left them to fend for themselves in a store register, forgetting something and then leaving them with no money as the line continues to move.
Truly a traumatic experience.
Rowan prays that once the princess leaves to get a new set of nightgowns no one would see her in such a vulnerable state.
’Don’t think about the abs, don’t think about the abs... oh those abs... the military school is such a scary place to make her fit.’ The princess hurriedly walks over to the servant’s tent.
She opens the entrance to the tent and calls out to her maid, who was trying to sleep soundly in her small camping bed.
"Sylvie-! I need your help!" (Princess Camille) calls out to Sylvie and the maid sighed, she was trying her best not to be in a foul mood in order to not offend her highness.
Sleeping outdoors is already stressful.
"You called... ugh... your highness?" (Sylvie) yawns, staring at the princess who was holding up a lantern looking a bit flushed.
"Do you have any pants or perhaps I could borrow the other male servant’s clothes? Shirt and pants... it’s just that my clothes don’t fit on General Rowan."
Sylvie’s heart dropped hearing the princess asking for clothes that could fit the general. "O-Oh my..."
That flushed face, nervous jitters and how she’s in her new nightgown... this could only mean one thing and the maid supports it- however, doing ’that’ in the forest doesn’t seem like a good idea.
She lowers down her voice, "Your highness I suggest you keep your voices down if you’re planning to do it in your tent, the royal guards are still patrolling the area so it would be wise to commit to sexual intercourse-"
Princess Camille shushed her maid and covered her mouth before she said something she’s going to regret. "W-We’re not going to be doing any of that! Geez! Are all of you people that dirty minded?!"
"...!" (Sylvie) who was shocked slowly raises an eyebrow knowing full well that this princess is not that clean. "Your highness, as much as I would agree with you, we both know that you’re one of those people whose mind is not that clean."
"You always order spicy books written by the same author."
Flashbacks of her memory ordering a few spicy books secretly by getting her maid to purchase it. Sylvie would often bring spicy books that the nobles would view as rather erotic, worthless and a no good book.
It was the same spicy book series that one of her little brothers also adored in secret.
Title: Whispers of the Crimson Veil
In the crime-ridden city of Veridia, assassin Selene Voss lives by one rule—never get personal. But when a botched contract leaves her cursed and haunted, she’s forced to team up with rogue scholar Elias Thorne. As they unravel a deadly conspiracy, the Crimson Veil between worlds begins to tear, unleashing horrors beyond imagination. Betrayal is certain. Desire is a weapon. And Selene must decide—will she be the hunter, or the hunted?
"Sylvie thank you for getting me these! If my brothers and sisters knew I was reading such I wouldn’t hear the end of it!" But it was one of the only few things that made her happy in that world. "But at least with Lucas I can talk about this with him."
Sylvie lowers her head, glad that the princess was satisfied with her services. It wasn’t easy buying these after all. "Yes, your highness- I am glad that you are satisfied with my provided service. You know what this means, yes?"
Princess Camille hands her a pouch full of money while happily holding the very rare spicy book. "A bonus for you."
...
"Oh no... I’m the same."
Sylvie has always known that her employer the princess was a peculiar person, at times she doesn’t act like a princess and only reveals this side of her in private which is refreshing.
Better than being employed by a spoiled royal who treats their servants as if they’re nothing. "Yawn... your highness, I can go ahead and fetch some clothes that you need for the general. I know where Michael’s trunk is."
Princess Camille got back to her senses and thanked Sylvie for taking care of her problem. "Thank you, Sylvie."
Sylvie yawns once more feeling sleepy but wants the princess’ request to be over with so she takes her friend’s clothes. Michael won’t notice it by the morning anyways.
"Yawn... here it is, pants and a shirt. Michael is right about General Rowan’s height so it should be alright this should fit her like a glove, your highness." She got to the trunk and took out what General Rowan would probably need.
Some comfortable pants and a loose shirt.
Princess Camille smiles while taking the clothes that were offered. "I owe you a favor. Do tell Michael that I’ll be borrowing these for the night."
...
Princess Camille got back to their tent holding the folded clothes tight to her chest. "I’m back, I’m sorry if I kept you waiting-"
"Your highness... you came back." (Rowan) stood up still half naked, looking worried and a little angry that the princess really did leave her like that. "I was worried that something might have happened, so I almost rushed out to look for you."
Princess Camille looks away, seeing that Rowan wasn’t wearing anything; the upper part of her body was in full view.
"You were going to look for me... while you’re in your... your... bra?" She shields her view away from Rowan using the clothes that she was holding.
Rowan tilts her head in confusion, "No...? I can always wear back my armor, your highness."
The princess almost deflated hearing her reply, ’She’s right... Why am I getting so flustered and out of my mind? It’s definitely because of those... very nice muscles of hers that I can’t think clearly."
"Okay good, ahem- my apologies I have brought you some new clothes that should fit you quite nicely." (Princess Camille) gives her the pants and loose shirt for her to wear. It seemed comfortable, making Rowan surprised. "It’s not a nightgown so at least I’m hoping that you’ll be comfortable for the rest of the night. I took in consideration of what I had observed, you picked mostly menswear when we were shopping for clothes."
Rowan takes the clothes that she was offered and flowers sprouted from her head from happiness, "Thank you, your highness. This is what I wanted."
She wears it immediately, turning her figure around making sure to respect Princess Camille’s eyes.
"..."
Princess Camille on the other hand was rather conflicted if bringing her these clothes did her any good, ’I should be happy that the abs are covered, hah! I’m happy the abs are covered! Why does my inside voice sound disappointed that it’s covered?’
Rowan finishes on trying the clothes, she faces the princess placing a hand on her chest wondering if the princess also likes seeing her in clothes like these. "It fits."
Princess Camille chuckles sitting down on her bed patting the empty spot beside her, as if telling her to sit down. "I’m glad you like it."
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