"Will you not return the favor, darling?" Alastair watched Samantha drop her hands once she was done. She grasped the kerchief in her hand, her cheeks and neck tainted with an alluring color of pink. She had her eyes down. So, she did not see the love and affection the young King had for her.
Alastair held her wrist and slowly moved it towards his face. After making sure that Samantha was comfortable and not resenting whatever he was doing, he continued and guided her to wipe his face. Although Samantha had no idea why, this action felt highly intimate to her.
Alastair helped her wipe his face and took the piece of cloth from her hand once they were done. "Thank you, darling." He breathed, and Samantha clenched her dress tight. Only she knew how wild her heart was beating. Since the moment she had met the young King, her heart was not in her control, and it would flip in ecstasy every time she was in his presence.
