Patience.

Patience. What you both reminded yourselves. Patience will reward. You at a tea party with your ladies. Him at his council meeting. Neither of you wished to - or, more truthfully, - could - wait before you were back in your chambers, indulging yourself in the other’s kisses and clawing at the fabric of your clothing.

Which is why - when you finally both had managed to rush each other inside each other’s chambers - Benjicot immediately threw you down on the plush fabric of the bed.