“It was a productive day for me,” I admit, though that’s as close as I can come to the truth of what I’ve discovered, what I fear. “I’m grateful you pulled me out of my studies, as I might have been here all night if not for you. And I’m still eager to discuss the earlier matter with you over dinner this evening.” Meaning fills my eyes, and I love the way she drops her eyes to the ground as she blushes.

Once I’ve packed up, we walk side by side to my room, hands brushing but not daring to clasp together. Dinner is forgotten the moment we close the door behind us, clothes and undergarments hitting the floor in a frenzy. Genevieve has grown bolder these last weeks, and she pushes my naked body onto the bed, spreading my legs wide as she brings her mouth to the apex of my thighs. Normally I’m a very giving lover, preferring to take care of my partner before myself, but I know Genevieve craves the ability to be bold, to be in control, so I let her do whatever she wants. I moan as her soft lips bring me to climax, and as soon as my pleasure finishes its crest, I grab her body and push her to the mattress. She makes the sweetest breathy whimpers when she comes, and now is no different.

“Nemesia,” she groans when I pull my mouth from between her legs, and I wrap her up in my arms and press a kiss to her temple. We lay there naked in my bed, trailing soft touches over one another’s bodies as we discuss our days. “What did you discover today?” she asks, and I know she’s genuine in her curiosity about my research. I hesitate, worried revealing the information about Laurel and the Prince might put her in danger.

“I don’t know if I should tell you,” I start slowly. “For your own protection. What I found, what I suspect, could expose you to danger.” Even this admission is a risk, but if I’m honest with myself, I want to tell her, want to share this burden. Her soft brown eyes study mine, expression firm and decided.

“I want to know anyway.” I start to protest, but she holds up her hand to silence me. “I know you’re here looking for something important. And I know that even if you and His Majesty pretend at cordiality, there’s still tension between you and between Velmara and Thayaria. What is it that could be so dangerous?” I’m about to refuse, to tell her the risk is too great, when she surprises me. “I’ve also discovered something that may be dangerous, in the book you lent me from His Majesty’s collection.”

“Tell me,” I command, all General in my voice. But Genevieve only smiles, unaffected by my imposing tone.