Talk of the wedding went on for days afterwards. Laura was thankful that she almost never had to interact with William though. He was usually too busy watching her father for them to even see each other. He also seemed to be frightened of her. He would look at her with fearful eyes, maybe wondering if she hated him now. He was even more terrified of the guard that always stuck close to her side. As much as she hated to admit it, Laura enjoyed seeing him scared of her. It was as if she had regained all control again, and it felt satisfying.

For once though, Carmilla decided to go out of the castle without Laura. She told her she was going to go out on a hunting trip and that she should stay inside the castle until she got back. Laura begged to tag along, but Carmilla refused to let her.

Laura sat in the library pouting. "Can't believe he's making me stay inside this castle. I wanted to go with him!" She complained to herself as she picked up a book and started reading it. Her father told her as Princess, she was going to need to read up on the history of the kingdom.

The boring pages of the book were beginning to make Laura drowsy. She let out a yawn and began to doze off.

Her nap didn't last long though. She was interrupted by a handmaiden who had accidentally dropped a stack of books onto the wooden floors. Their loud clammer woke Laura up with a jolt. "I'm so sorry, Princess! I should've been more quiet." Laura shook her head and yawned. "It's alright, don't worry. I needed to wake up anyways. It's time for my bath."

"Oh, let me prepare it for you-"

"No, I can do it myself. You worry about the library," Laura ordered, and the handmaiden just nodded. She rose from the chair and headed upstairs to her bedroom. In her sleepy daze, she didn't even notice that Carmilla's sword was sitting against the chair she always slept in. Laura slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. She was not expecting to see the figure of a slender woman standing naked before her. Laura's cheeks began to burn, and she stumbled for words. "I uh . . . I'm sorry!" The woman turned her head to look at her and her eyes widened. When their eyes met, Laura finally realized who she was. "Charles?! You're a-"

"Shush! Keep your voice down," She demanded. Laura clamped her mouth shut, trying her best not to stare. Seeing Charles or . . . whoever she was . . . brought on feelings she'd never felt before. Her heart was fluttering, and she didn't understand why. "You're a woman?" She asked in a whisper. Carmilla picked up a bundle of bandages and began wrapping them around her breast. Her nice, round- Laura shook her head. Don't be a pervert, Laura! She chastised herself. "Yes, I am." Laura looked down to notice another feature on her body that confused her even more. "Um . . . you have a . . . a uh . ." Laura couldn't finish her sentence. All she could do was stare at what looked to be a cock. "That's a long story," Carmilla muttered as she pulled her trousers on. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, cupcake. It's not that big." Laura's face must've been beet red. "I-I wasn't thinking that!" Carmilla smirked at her. "Of course you weren't, Princess."

"So if you're a woman than that means you lied about your name." Carmilla nodded. "What is it then?" She seemed to be hesitant. "Carmilla. . . but you better not slip up, Princess. No one can know about this." Laura nodded. "Carmilla. . ." Laura said testing out how the name felt on her tongue. "I like that name." She said with a light smile.

The room was dark and Laura couldn't see a thing. Laura was laying comfortably in her bed, waiting for sleep to take over. Then, she suddenly felt the bed sink. "Charles . . ?" She asked sleepily, too tired to even roll over. "Shh," Carmilla hushed her as she leaned over her to place small kisses along her neck. Her arms wrapped around her small body, bringing her closer to her. Carmilla's hand wandered, feeling almost every inch of Laura's figure. Laura couldn't see her but could feel Carmilla's form pressed against her back. As Carmilla's hands slid over her breast, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. This wasn't right, Laura thought as she arched her back, pressing her breast into Carmilla's hands. "We can't," She whispered as Carmilla teased at her now hardened nipples, slowly caressing her fingertips over them. "Says who?" Carmilla asked, whispering in her ear before she playfully nibbled at it. The cool breath hitting her skin causes her to moan again. "I-I'm married." Laura's mumbles were almost inaudible. One of Carmilla's hands was now sliding down her belly and reached her inner thigh. She leaned forward and sucked on Laura's sensitive earlobe for a short moment then moved to her neck, sucking on it. Laura was becoming overwhelmed, her body squirming and pressing into her knight's. "Oh, god," Laura moaned. She could feel Carmilla toying with her undergarments and moving them out of the way so she could-

"Wake up, princess," Carmilla said as she shook her. Laura opened her eyes and glanced around the room. "Hm? What?"

"It's time to get up. You need to get ready." Laura sat up. "Oh, right. Sorry . ." She replied sleepily as she rubbed her tired eyes. She got out of bed and headed into her bathroom. She closed the door behind her, her face a bright red. What was that about? She thought. She decided to push it into the back of her mind. She warmed up the bath water and slipped out of her chemise, letting the fabric pool around her foot. Laura lowered herself into the warm waters and let out a sigh. Her hand came to rest on her inner thigh, and she tilted her head back. It seemed as if her hand had a mind of its own as it crawled up her thigh, getting extremely close to that very sensitive spot. She closed her eyes, imagining Carmilla's hands running over her bare body, teasing her. Her delicate fingers began to rub at her clit, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. "Carmilla . ." She moaned as she teased the sensitive bud. She imagined Carmilla straddling her on her bed and groping her breasts. She dipped down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking. Laura arched her back, urging her on. More gasps and moans escaped her lips. "Carmilla, please!" She pleaded Her body wiggled and writhed in the water, causing it to splash over the edges of the tub. Then, she heard the door open. "Princess, you're taking forever." She quickly shot up, removing her hand from her crotch. "I wasn't doing anything!" She exclaimed, her cheeks flushed. Carmilla raised an eyebrow at her. "Um . . . alright, cupcake. Just hurry up, okay?" She left Laura to finish her bath.

Laura wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Carmilla was pulling her red cloak around her neck, for some reason struggling, when Laura came out of the bathroom wearing her chemise. Carmilla sighed frustratedly, "Damn thing won't clip on . . " she muttered. Laura walked over and eyed it. "You have it inside out." Carmilla stopped her struggling for a moment and looked at it in the mirror, "So it is." She flipped the cloak around and clipped it into place with ease. She smiled at herself in the mirror then turned around to look at Laura with a serious face. "We need to talk."

"Then talk." Laura said absently. She was trying to focus more on what to wear than how she was feeling about Carmilla. "You need to remember to call me Charles. Not Carmilla, alright?" Laura didn't look away from her wardrobe and just said, "Mhm." Laura's absent-minded behavior was beginning to irk Carmilla. "Princess, this is serious, I can't have my cover blown. I'll be killed." Of course Carmilla wasn't worried about being killed, she was a vampire after all, but Laura didn't know that. And hopefully never will.

Laura looked over her shoulder at Carmilla, seeing the guard standing there in her full black armor, looking tough as nails. "You're very good at it." She said after a moment of staring, then went back to trying to find a dress for the day's events. Apparently William was being named a Lord, so the marriage wasn't so out of the ordinary. Laura didn't particularly care.

Carmilla's eyebrows furrowed, "Good at what?"

"At being Charles, you have everyone fooled." Carmilla didn't miss the small bite in her tone.

"I didn't mean to fool you Princess. This is the life I was meant to live, I cannot help the fact that I was born female." Laura pulled a dress out of her wardrobe, then turned around facing Carmilla, holding the dress up against her body. "I'll forgive you if you tell me if this would look good on me or not?" Carmilla smiled and stepped up to Laura, eyeing her. "I think it would look lovely on you." Laura giggled nervously, trying not to blush. "I have you trained well, haven't I?" Carmilla stuck her tongue out at Laura, then without being asked, turned around giving the girl her privacy so she could change.

For a moment Laura didn't move, she just stared at Carmilla's back. Here was this person, who had saved her multiple times, from danger and herself. She'd stayed at her side for weeks and had been the most honest person she'd ever met. Even when she wasn't completely honest with who she was, everything else was honest. Laura understood the need to do what you have to do to have what you want. Carmilla wanted to be a guard, and Laura was glad for that. She had found a friend in Carmilla, even if her feelings recently would suggest there's a little more than that.

"My lady, your carriage is waiting on you," Perry informed Laura, who had just finished getting dressed in a beautiful cream colored dress. The corset was tied in the back with silky white ribbons, and the skirt swooped out with white ruffles at the bottom. She clasped the emerald necklace around her neck, examining the glittering green gem. It still took her breath away. She turned to face Perry. "Tell them I'll be down soon."

Laura gracefully strolled down the stairs to see Carmilla waiting in her polished ebony armor at the castle doors. Tonight, they were going to an orchestra. As she approached Carmilla, her heart began to flutter. Control yourself, Laura, She thought. "You ready Princess?" She asked, and Laura gave a nod.

The carriage ride to the orchestra was pretty silent. Laura still couldn't stop thinking about that dream she had and the incident in the bath. Just thinking about it was making her blush. She was glad that the inside of the carriage was dimly lit by an oil lantern. If it was any brighter, she was sure that Carmilla would notice her blush. The carriage came to a halt in front of the concert hall, and the driver assisted Laura out of the carriage. The people who were walking into the extravagant looking concert hall were all noble men and women of the kingdom. They all turned to her, eyeing her in awe. As she approached the steps, the people bowed before her, showing their respect to the Princess. Carmilla and another knight escorted Laura inside and to the front of the audience.

As soon as everyone was seated, the musicians began to play. A variety of string instruments began to be played, and a choir of voices began to sing. Everything was composed together perfectly. All the voices harmonized together, and everyone kept in tempo. One of the sopranos in the choir began to sing his solo beautifully, never missing a note.

The music made Laura's mind wander. She pictured herself and Carmilla walking through the castle's gardens, holding hands and sharing loving glances. Carmilla would no longer be just a guard. She would be her knight. Her devilishly handsome, female knight.

All day she had been trying to avoid what her heart and mind were telling her: She wanted to be with Carmilla. Carmilla was there to comfort her when she felt completely and utterly alone. She was understanding, kind, and patient with Laura. Knowing that they could never be together pained her deeply. The first song came to an end, bringing Laura back to reality. Carmilla leaned over and whispered to her, "Everything alright, cupcake?" I Laura blushed and looked away from her. "I'm fine." Her actions caused Carmilla to furrow her brow in confusion.

Laura was relieved to finally be back home. The day had been exhausting, and she was ready to plop down on her bed. She slipped into her silky chemise and collapsed onto the mattress. She let out a moan of relief and buried her face into the soft pillow. "Laura," Carmilla spoke in a stern voice. Laura looked up at her. "What is it?"

"You've been acting strange. Did I do something wrong?" She asked. Laura frowned and sat up. "No, you didn't do anything."

"Then why are you being so distant with me today?" Tears began to well up in Laura's eyes. She didn't want Carmilla to know. There was no point. They'd never end up together, and that thought caused a lump to form in her throat. "Y-you'd laugh at me," She mumbled, her voice cracking.

Carmilla stared at her for a moment and just chuckled at her. She placed a hand upon Laura's head and rubbed her scalp gently. "Silly Princess," She said as she pulled her hair back and placed a kiss on her forehead. The gesture caused Laura's eyes to widen in surprise. The tears finally escaped her eyes and rolled down her pink cheeks. She let out a sniffle and clung to Carmilla, squeezing her tightly.

"What's wrong?!"

"Nothing . . ." Laura sniffled into her shirt. "Then why are you crying?"

"Just shut up and hold me."

"Alright then, Princess." Laura didn't realize how tired she was until Carmilla wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly. Her warmth made Laura even more tired than she already was, and she quickly fell asleep in Carmilla's arms.

Carmilla shook her head, still confused about the princess' odd behavior. She wouldn't ask anymore questions though and laid her down on her bed with her head against the pillow. "Night, cupcake," She said softly before returning to her chair to sleep.

A/n

Synucian: This was my attempt to brutally murder the creampuff with fan service and fluff. Did I do well?

Also, the song the orchestra is playing is Festival Oude Muziek Utrecht 31 augustus 2014, deel I. I know I didn't describe it very well but it's so hard to describe music ;3; I also had more important things to be describing. x3

CarmillaIsLife: I'd like to thank Syn and give them some recognition for writing the majority of this chapter, because I had prior commitments to deal with. Also thank you to everyone who has favorited and followed this story. This is just the beginning, there is so much to come!

tortaplz: I proof read the smut. You're welcome.