She couldn't describe the feeling or put a finger to what it was exactly, but she knew it was slowly spreading through her body, filling her mind and fogging her senses.
The King's move had been strange, she had blinked to ensure that she wasn't stuck in a dreaded dream once again with the Bride Thief.
She felt his hand snaked into her hair, another around her waist, pulling her gently and closer to him.
A silent gasp escaped her lips, and her hands dropped slowly from the scales on his cheekbones, her heart thundering in her chest, pounding loudly in her ears, the closer he got.
He was leaning in to kiss her and she just couldn't tell if she had wanted this or not, this was all too sudden for her to think, but instead of a kiss, he pressed his forehead against hers at the last minute, letting out a long sigh of control, his eyelids fluttered closed and his grip around her, a little tight.
Then, just like that, he let her go, taking an abrupt step away from her.
