The rapping at the door brought his head up, sharply, and Richard inhaled a quick breath. To be honest, he hadn't really been sure it would work, especially not as the minutes had ticked on to hours. He wanted it to, very much; but much like the stories of the bacchanal in the woods that the twins, Francis, and Henry had claimed to be a part of, it seemed too fantastical to be true. But just because he doubted that his very own genie would deliver didn't mean Richard lacked the conviction that he deserved this.

Rising, he opened the door, unsurprised to find Camilla on the other side. An easy smile, one that might be seen being exchanged between old and easy lovers, crossed his face. This was the first time of many that Camilla would be in his room like this. They would be together, now. It was as inevitable as all the great romances throughout the ages. Destiny. Fate. His right. There would be days spent just talking, intellects matched and sharpening each other. Nights spent in ecstasy, bodies wrapped around and tangled together and made complete. An entire lifetime of just the two of them. It was what was meant to be.

"Camilla," he greeted her, moving aside, touching her shoulder gently in greeting. "What brings you here?" As if he didn't know.