The scent engulfed me and I knew who it was. It was the source of my pain. It must be time for the King and Queen dance. I tried wiping fervently at the tears streaming down my face as the large hands steadied me. I fought everything in me not to lunge in his arms. I hated myself for wanting him. He was looking down at me in the pale moonlight, his face was hard and worried. I used all the strength I had in me to pull his arms off my waist stepping back.
" Don't touch me!"
He was frozen for a moment and I tried to go around him but he blocked my path and cupped my face. His face shone with concern and his eyes darted behind me trying to spot who had dared to hurt me.
" Why are you crying?!"
He wiped away the tears that were running down my cheeks and I jerked my head back.
" Do no
