Abandon., v.
/əˈbandən/
His glare intensified as if he wanted nothing more than to disintegrate me right there and then. (Joke’s on him, I’ve gotten used to his killer glare, mblergh) We weren’t in our state of mind, what are we even trying to prove?
At some point, the silence between us had became too deafening, too much for me and so I stood up, only for him to grasp my hand, (curse him and his fast reflexes) and turned me to face him.
His eyes were furious- his expression had never wavered during the night but his grip was firm, and for a moment, I had thought he had gone too deep with his rage but there it was- a glint.
No. Not a glint- a window.
Pride, be damned. (It never really mattered to me anyway... well, not all the time and not this time when he needed me) I reached up and pulled him closer to me- his hold ever so tightening.
Do not worry, my prince... I’m not like them.
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