Chills went down Irene's spine as soon as her eyes met the King's, and she trembled visibly. Though petrified, her eyes did not move away from the blood-red irises that seemed to sparkle in the night light. Irene was sucked into those terrifyingly menacing orbs, compelling her mind to succumb to to the powerful man.
Irene had never felt anything like this before, not when she was awake and sane, at least. This feeling of compulsion and pull was similar to how she had felt in her dream when she stood in front of the mysterious castle. It was forcing her to take a step toward him even though she knew about the dangers that lay ahead.
She gaped at the man, her eyes dilating in worry. She was weirdly attracted to him and Irene had no idea why she felt this way. Her mind was a jumbled mess while her heart had stopped speaking to her or even sending signals, leaving her to face her dilemma alone.
