Amaryllis
Rorick leaned in, and panic set in my mind. My body responded automatically as my eyelids drifted closed and I arched back into his hold the slightest bit. My head tilted up and to the side at the perfect angle to meet his lips. He moved slowly, measuring my every movement as his hands gripped my lower back and he leaned down over me. Even though my body responded, my thoughts raced.
Do I want this? I thought, time to decide, running out. Rorick still frightened me, but not as much as I understood him better. The things he did, what drove him to near insanity, was a drive to save his people, like how a King should. Was he not a better ruler than I, since I chose to run away to live out my own life? His ease of killing and the rage still made me wary, but he never once turned th
