As Kamaria's journey unfolds, she discovers the true nature of power and the sacrifices that come with it. She must navigate through political alliances, betrayal, and treacherous plots to secure her place as Queen of Scotland. Along the way, she le...
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The next morning, Kamaria hadn't slept a wink; every time she closed her eyes, she replayed the events of the previous night. The Scottish queen made her way to Francis's chambers and entered without announcement. "I couldn't sleep," she declared, stepping further into the room.
"Maria..." Francis began, meeting the brunette halfway.
She frowned in confusion, looking up at Francis with a furious expression, and lightly shoved him back, asking curiously, "Why? Why did you come back? You didn't know the gold was poisoned!"
"Maria, stop," Francis urged, as Kamaria continued to push him. "It was one man against ten. They would have killed you! Why would you do something so stupid?"
Francis seized her hands, stopping her from pushing him away, and cupped her face in his hands, gazing deeply into her eyes as he declared, "Because I love you."
Kamaria ceased her struggle, looking up at Francis in shock and surprise, and uttered, "What?"
"It's pretty clear now that for our sanity, we need to be together," Francis continued, prompting a frown on her face.
Kamaria shook her head, her words tumbling out in confusion, "But what about our lack of control over our lives...?"
Francis silenced Kamaria with a passionate kiss, "And... and France and... and Scotland...?"
Kamaria surrendered to the kiss, her hands gripping Francis's shirt, drawing him closer, then pulled back to gaze into his blue eyes and at his lips, "We've been thinking too much."
Francis kissed her again, gently guiding her towards the bed, laying her down on his covers before leaning over her.
Francis's hands moved down her body as he continued kissing the brunette, the kiss becoming more heated with each passing moment. Kamaria eagerly responded, wrapping her legs around his waist as their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.
"Tell me when you want me to stop," Francis whispered, pulling away for a moment to catch his breath.
But Kamaria didn't want him to stop - she wanted more, and she let him know by pulling him back in for another kiss.
The passion between them was electric, and they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
As they embraced and kissed, all of their doubts and fears melted away, leaving only the intense desire and love they had for each other.
At that moment, Kamaria knew that Francis was the one for her, and she would do anything to be with him.
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Francis and Kamaria awaken entwined, sunlight pouring through the window.
Francis, now awake, caresses Kamaria's bare arm. "It's morning," Kamaria mutters, brushing away the remnants of sleep from her eyes.
