His body heat was a little uncomfortable to me, I haven't even touched another person like this since I was a kid. I felt like a stranger to physical contact in general, though I've had my scraps and battles, this kind of touch seemed alien to me.
He help me with such a protective grip it made me just...trust.
I knew for a fact it was getting to me. The cold, that was. He seemed so... loving. Something I didn't deserve in the slightest. I had watched him take me to the castle, I'd known my way around to the cells through the front halls, but he took a side door, up to his room. I'd always seen the stairs but never got the chance To go anywhere off the first floor, or the cells I had been kept in time and time again.
The way he held me. I can't get over it. The way he had such a respect in only a hold.
"Can you put me down?" I said after he led me into his very large locked up wing of the castle. He looked at me for a second and set me down. I was still cold, very slowly cooling down.
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Pitch Black
FantasyAlada Wolfrun. A petty thief. Nothing more nothing less. And Silas( I forgot his last name don't be mad at me ill fix it soon) The queen's loyal number one. No way he'd help her. No way he'd fall in love. No way he'd Betray the queen's trust. No w...
