He was captivated by the Queen, and he soon found the courage to kiss her. Maybe it was because she finally knew his secret, the torment he experienced and accepted him all the same. That she had walked with him twice now and showed a kindness before, that there might actually be a chance. Maybe he was just losing his mind to this delusion. Alexander rested his fingers underneath her chin and leaned down—his eyes were on hers for the entire time. Hoping for some conviction in her sharp gaze and that she wanted this as much as he did.
That this wasn't some game for her or something to put him to some torture.
He was only looking for a single drop of love and affection that could ease the sea of heartache and yearning he felt. There were no more pretenses of saving her through mouth to mouth resuscitation or anything like that. Whatever it was that happened before? None of it mattered. He didn't care about that anymore; he wanted to feel her tenderly once again.
