It wasn’t often that the king’s personal knight Geoffrey, a man of honor, took such a trivial assignment as babysitting a military camp. But then again, he hadn’t exactly come here for work.

The flap of the tent shifted slightly as he slid inside, glancing at your sleeping form beneath the coarse sheets. His gaze softened, lingering on you, a man he’d come to love. You were always so rugged, so reserved—so much more than the indulged men he had spent his life serving.

He eased into your cot, brushing aside the tangled mess of hair to place a small, tender kiss against the scar on the back of your neck. The one you’d never talk about.

“I missed you,” he muttered sincerely, pulling you closer, he let himself relax, content for once.