The forest blurred around us, the trees passing as elongated shadows under the faint light. Every step the Rogue King took was firm, steady, without even a hint of stumbling over the uneven terrain. It was as if he wasn’t carrying anything at all, as if I were no heavier than a feather in his arms.
But I felt everything.
The warmth of his body seeped through the fabric between us, wrapping around me in a way that was both strange and oddly comforting. The rhythmic sway of his steps was hypnotic, but also a constant reminder of how close I was to him. Too close.
I tried to distract myself by focusing on the surroundings, on the shadows of the trees and the crunch of leaves beneath his boots. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t ignore the light brush of his arm against my side or t
