The tension in Arthur's dorm room had shifted from competitive playfulness to something far more intimate. Both princesses had moved closer, their earlier rivalry temporarily set aside in favor of a shared understanding that they both cherished these rare moments alone with him.
Rachel was the first to move, her blue eyes soft with emotion as she cupped Arthur's face gently. "I've missed this," she whispered, before pressing her lips to his in a kiss that spoke of months of separation and longing.
'Finally,' Rachel thought as their lips met, her heart racing with the familiar intoxication that only Arthur could provide. 'He's here, he's real, he's mine.' The possessive thought should have surprised her—after all, she was meant to be the pure, saintly princess—but around Arthur, such pretenses fell away entirely. 'I don't care about sharing him with others as long as I can have moments like this. As long as he keeps looking at me like I'm precious.'
