Anne smirked at his words. She loved it when he called her 'your majesty' the words flowed off of his tongue like fine wine. Anne reached down slowly and lifted her skirts inch by inch. She brought them up to her mid-thigh, showing off her slender body and creamy skin.

"As you command, captain," she purred.

Her hands couldn't keep to themselves, it seemed. While he moved closer to her, Anne let her fingers drag down along his leg, pressing against his inner thigh. She did feel possessive of him, but rather than say so, she intended to show it.