I feel his eyes boring into mine as his hands continue to hold my waist. My breath is hitched in my throat at his proximity, making me feel intimidated.
As we stand there silently, gazing at one another, I suddenly notice the room around us start to blur. My knees begin to buckle under the crushing weight of everything that’s transpired in the past twenty-four hours. I haven’t endured this much physical stress since before my illness, and the emotional stress probably isn’t helping either.
“C-Can I sit down?” I ask, feeling unsteady in the king’s arms, which feel strangely like Nick’s arms.
“Are you alright?” he asks quickly, scooping me up. He carries me bridal style to his throne and sets me down on the seat.
“My Light One called you Addy,” he says to me, trying to capture my att
