The crazed look in his eyes told her all that she needed to know. The events were pushing forward fast; faster then she or her aunt had ever anticipated. He stroked his gentle fingers across her bottom lip before he turned from her. She saw his shoulders tense, his back straighten in anger.
"And to think I love you," he stated with a snort.
He brought his icy stare back to her; all emotion was void from his handsome face. She knew what her fate was. Either banishment or death and she did not fancy either choice. She ran her hands along the folds of her red dress as to keep herself calm. The king turned fully and moved across the room towards her.
"What am I to do?" he asked, his eyes wide and pleading with her to give him a good answer. But she knew none. She had broken rules, "You left me with no choice," he pulled her into his warm arms. The arms she had missed for many months, "What am I to do?"
He was going to leave her again. She could feel him pulling away from her. His wall was building up again; starting to block all emotions tied her. She brought her lips on his. The heat of her need flowed into the King, her king. He melted into her kiss. She felt his wall crumbling as he melted into her kiss.
This was her king, her lover, her husband, and her very soul.