Tired beyond words, Alyssa decided to forgo dinner and make her way straight to her room for a bath and her bed. She turned the corner, and even as her senses warned her that there was someone in her way, his hands locked on her shoulders to prevent her from running into him.
She did not even have to look up into his eyes. She knew his hands, touch, and scent. She experienced the emotions the other Alyssa associated with those things, and they slammed through her veins like fire. The memories she never explored, the feelings she did not wish to experience, and the pain she had been avoiding.
“Are you alright, my lady?” he asked, and it took every ounce of her self-control to look at him and not let him see the turbulent emotions tearing at her.
“Yes, Your Majesty, I am fine. Thank you
