Madeline was left speechless by Calhoun's words almost sounding like a confession to her. Somewhere her heart ached, and she wasn't sure if it was for him or her. She stared into his eyes.
For once, a smile came to appear on her lips in front of Calhoun, "I think you are more than capable," she shook her head, "You are someone who doesn't need to be saved because you are capable of doing it yourself."
Calhoun had not let go of her hair where he had pushed the rose, "It is not about me being able to save myself, you and me both know I am capable of doing that but there are other things. You know, things are not always about physical strength." Madeline slowly understood what he meant. What was one supposed to do when a man like Calhoun said she was the person who could keep his sanity. The King had a dark nature and she wondered if he wasn't like this before and maybe he was turned like this for a reason.
