Getting Carried Away

Leonor and Desmond found themselves wandering the halls of the palace. They soon came upon an empty sitting area that remained warm by the slowly dying fire. Although with the alcohol Desmond seemed intent on drinking, she likely wouldn't even notice the cold in a little while. 

Sure enough, Desmond uncorked the wine and he put it to his lips. When he was finished, he handed it to Leonor who did the same despite her initial hesitance.

"It feels wrong wearing such a dress like this and drinking wine so barbarically," she uttered. 

"Stoop to my level while no one is watching us," Desmond requested with a grin.

Leonor couldn't help grinning and accepted the cold wine.

They went back and forth with the bottle a few times and she could feel her face already starting to heat up. It was becoming dangerous. She was starting to feel shy because she was having strange thoughts in her head while she had her husband all to herself.