Another NiallXDonia drabble. Hope you like! ^^ Constructive criticism is welcome. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked Lovely or any of its characters.
Donia was frozen, inside and out. She was frozen, but shattered. A walking contradiction. And so was he. Or was he? She believed he was. Or maybe she didn't.
She wasn't sure anymore.
The only thing that she was sure of was that she felt whole in his arms, wrapped tightly in his strong embrace. In his arms she wasn't a queen, she wasn't Keenan's ex-lover, she wasn't shattered, she wasn't frozen. She was Donia. And in her arms he wasn't the Dark King, he wasn't a Gancanagh, he wasn't a soul tortured and abused. He was Niall. Together they were whole.
When they touched, she wasn't burned. She wasn't hurt. She wasn't afraid that he was suddenly going to push her away. She knew that he would never let anyone hurt her again.
She never asked him to pick up the pieces. She had never intended to. But he did, and she was grateful for that. More than he would ever know.