The King could not wait to see her again. After that night, he could not take her off his mind. He wanted her, and nothing could stop him from getting her.
He could still vividly remember when he asked her to escort him to the garden. She was like a rose that suddenly bloomed underneath the moonlight.
His eyes could not look away from her beautiful eyes that kept him captivated, more like enchanted. It was a spell that had no cure as his entire being longed to be with her.
"I know we just met, but you seemed to have captured my heart with your sweet smile." He grabbed her hands and firmly covered them with his. "I like you."
Then, his lips claimed her soft, supple lips. She did not react at first, seemingly shocked by his boldness. Her innocence was exuding around him, making him want her more and more.
