cont. from [x] @shards-of-mortality
As vulnerable he was in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to pull away, needing this tender moment, his hands in hers. As if she was bringing him back down to earth. The nightmare had rattled him to his core, and though he couldn't give way to much rational thought right now, it felt as though this was what he needed, to keep him here in the moment. Grounded, safe in the reality of this moment, unable to give way to the sinking feeling in his heart, that moment of pure, true terror that he had felt in his dream. Right now, in this moment, hands together, everything was alright.
As she rose, keeping their hands gently clasped together, he wondered what she might do or say. In his intensely vulnerable state, he did worry - if only for a moment - that she might point out how inappropriate this all was. After all, he was a King, and this was hardly kingly behaviour. But when she spoke, she spoke so softly that he was again put at ease.
"Oh?" he asked, unconsciously stroking a thumb over her fingers. "Yes, of course. I permit you".

















