Damien's POVHer lips.I could still feel them.Warm. Soft. Maybe a little hesitant, like she didn't know what she was doing— like she hadn't been kissed in a long time, or maybe ever. But she didn't pull away. EldaThat kiss wasn't planned. Nothing about her is. I only wanted to stop her from hurting herself, to steady her. But when I held her, something in me shifted. I remembered everything so vividly, when I saved her. The curve of her neck when she looked away. The way she clung to me like I was her last anchor to this world.There was just something about her clumsiness, her free will, her foolish decisions and plans.Who would ever think of climbing down a palace through a window with some curtains and bed sheets strapped to a bed leg.But I loved it. Every bit of it.Her wild spirit. Her defiance.It drew me.That was why I couldn't let her know I was King. If she knew, all that fire would melt into submission. She would bow and say "your majesty" just like everybody else.
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