Last night had felt like he had been captured in between a dream and a nightmare—the fine line between those two had never seemed so frail until he had seen the Queen of Hearts approach him. When he had been sinking on the cusp of despair, she had reached out to him.
It broke through his defenses.
And though she may have denied all and any kind of personal involvement except for doing what was necessary in helping him be the King. When he felt her hand in his, it made him realize that he was still fortunate in a way. He had promised himself to try harder and break through.
Even if it was far out of reach, even when all he wanted to do was retreat—he would try.
He wouldn't forget it.
That one night gave him the strength to hold his head up high. Even in the dead of night and the harshest of times, he would do his best to be one who could actually stay at her side as an equal. Yes, he promised it.
