Richard's heated breath brushed against her neck. Adela's lips quivered with fear when she parted them. Was he feeling bad? Her hands trembled as she mustered up his confidence before suddenly touching his carved upper arms. Richard cautiously took hold of her arms as well, but his grasps were firm. Adela took a gulp and started.
"Prince, what happened?" Adela hesitated.
Adela and Richard were alone in the middle of the night in a spacious room. Adela could feel Richard's closeness and his firm grip on her arms.
"Prince?" Adela spoke with tremors. She did not know what she needed to do at that point. On the other hand, Richard was holding her as well, and he was not responding to her adequately. His heated breath brushed against her neck.
