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paying attention to where she was going, she turned a corner and bumped into someone.
    “Oh, forgive me!” she apologized and looked up.
     
    Her heart flew up into her throat.
    Chelsey grasped her arms and stared down at her with the dark, hooded look that Daisy loved. Chelsey titled her head, exposing full, rose-pink lips, and then released her.
    “I should be the one asking your pardon, your highness,” Chelsey said, pushing her sable-colored hair back over her shoulder.
    Daisy’s eyes lit up at Chelsey's remark. Chelsey was the only one who continued to call her by her title. It sounded oddly seductive, such that hearing it gave her a funny feeling deep in her stomach. She swallowed and looked away, suddenly convinced that her mind was playing tricks on her. She could have sworn Chelsey had snuck a peek down at her bodice. It was a much lower-cut style than what she usually wore. She had wanted to wear something light and airy to match the weather and was determined not to act ashamed, although the tightness of her bodice did nothing to improve her lackluster cleavage.
    “Here.” Daisy looked down at her ivory velvet slippers and held out Chelsey’s ribbon.
    “What is this, Princess Daisy?” She smiled coyly. “A present from you?”
    Daisy could feel a blush rising up from her neck to her face. “A-ah no. Th-this is your r-ribbon. Re-remember when were in the s-stable a few weeks ago during the rain storm? Your r-ribbon fell out of your hair. I found it and held onto it for safe keeping.” She cringed inwardly, resenting her stutter, and looked around the room at anything besides Chelsey’s face.
    Chelsey snorted. "Thank you for keeping my ribbon safe. It's my favorite one."
    Daisy beamed, overjoyed that she could put Chelsey at ease by taking care of something close to her heart, even if it was only a piece of fabric.
     
    When Chelsey grabbed the ribbon from Daisy’s hand, her thumb pressed gently against the inside of the princess’s palm. Daisy held her other hand over her churning stomach, her inner thighs clenched, and her woman’s dew formed a moist pocket once again.
    “I thank you kindly, princess,” Chelsey spoke in a soft whisper and moved closer. Her breath grazed Daisy’s forehead, and Daisy held back a sigh of longing.
    “Y-you are v-very welcome, Chel-lsey. Um, I best be going now,” Daisy muttered and looked up at the other woman, who stood at least five inches taller then her. The dark-haired beauty stood so close that if Daisy rose onto her tiptoes, she would be able to touch those precious lips.
    “Whatever you desire, your ladyship.” Chelsey’s voice came out as a purr.
    Daisy’s eyes grew wide, and she nodded again before rushing away, cursing silently for making a fool of herself once again.
    A glance over her shoulder confirmed that Chelsey had remained standing there, rubbing her ribbon over her mouth. This time Daisy did not blame her fanciful imagination when Chelsey winked at her.

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    “Thank you, Wilda, for another lovely meal.” Thomas complimented the cook as she took the breakfast plates away.
    “The pleasure is all mine, Master Thomas.” Wilda flashed him a bight smile, and another one to Daisy, which was returned in kind. Daisy preferred to eat in the kitchen rather than in the dining room. Then, not only could she be near Chelsey, but she could also listen to Wilda as she told her the most interesting stories.
     
    “Yes, Wilda. Another well-cooked meal. Glad to have you here.” Daisy’s father, Conrad, burped and patted his full stomach.
    Daisy and Thomas shared a look and grinned. Their father enjoyed Wilda’s cooking too much, and his stomach bulged slightly over his breeches.
    Wilda nodded and left with the empty plates. Daisy’s eyes followed her, hoping to catch sight of Chelsey through the open door. She glanced back at her father, who was looking at her expectantly.
    “I’m sorry Papa. Did you say something to me?”
    “Daisy, you must