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“Milena, you need to wake up. I can’t do this without you.”
Milena makes a faint mumbling sound and rolls over. Her hair is a mess, spread out across the pillow in beautiful tangles, and Lambert is distracted for a moment by wanting to grab a comb and spend an hour or so combing it out and braiding it into a proper elaborate crown. But no, he has to get this done.
“What is it, my love?” Milena murmurs, eyes still closed.
“It’s these damn fiddly little clasps - I swear, Buttercup had this tunic made specifically to fuck with me -”
Milena giggles. “Come here and let me at them,” she says, sitting up, gloriously nude and stunningly gorgeous in the candlelight.
Lambert comes over obediently, but it takes them a while to get around to doing up the sleeves of his tunic. He’s a little busy kissing his lady the way she deserves.