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"Can I kiss you?"

Kamara's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected request from Callan. Her cheeks went a deep shade of red, and she lowered her eyes to the ground.

Callan was beating up his head six ways to Sunday for blurting out a request like that. She's a Lady, and peasants don't ask Ladies for kisses. What was he thinking?

But that was just the problem. He wasn't. All evening he'd been drawn to that bow-shaped pink lips repeatedly. The princess is a very beautiful woman.

He shifted uneasily from one foot to another. "I'm so sorry for asking this of you. It was nevery intention to insult you and put you in an uncomfortable situ---"

"Shh..." She took a step towards him and placed a finger to his mouth, shaking her head, "I did not see it like an insult.''

"Oh..."