Aslan looked at Rosie's face once more. The wind had stopped blowing. There was an incredible silence between Rosie and Aslan at this point. Aslan put his thumb on Rosie's lower lip.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and Aslan's gentle gaze disappeared. It was replaced by a glare, as if he was going to strangle Rosie in the blink of an eye.
"A-Aslan?"
Rosie thought Aslan was acting very strange now. The man brought his face closer for a kiss. Rosie gave it, but she couldn't enjoy their kiss like before. There was a high invisible wall standing between her and Aslan.
"Your Highness, did you mean it when you said that you would give up the title of royal princess just to be with me?" Aslan asked in a cold tone that made Rosie tremble in fear.
"Yup," she answered making Aslan startled.
"But I'm not a warm person."
"I know, Aslan."
"I don't know how to treat a woman well."
"I can teach you."
"I rarely speak."
