A Lonely Man Dreams

6 September, 1360. Westerhaven Palace, Islia

Camilla was lounging on the bed with Malcolm swaddled asleep next to her, when William stomped in, drenched in sweat and already having half removed his linen shirt.

"Goddamn this fucking heat! Sword practice is like training in Satan's den these days!" William snarled as he grabbed his shirt from the back and pulled it over his head, continuing to curse without restraint.

"Um, husband…" Camilla murmured.

"What?" she heard him call out, slightly muffled by the shirt sliding past his face. "Don't worry about Malcolm. I'm sure he has no idea what I'm saying."

"That's not my concern…" Camilla's voice drifted off when William looked around, sweaty shirt in his hand, and realised he was standing half naked in the same room as his wife and her three blushing maids.

William stood rigid with shock for a moment. Matilda and Bonnie swiftly cast their eyes to the floor. Louisa openly ogled the prince.