Her face pressed briefly into his hair, nuzzling him as he pulled himself up almost to her eye level. Where he lingered, he would feel the thundering of her pulse, her heartbeat impossibly loud. Neria's arms wrapped around him and she leaned into his grip, into the tender stroke of his thumb.

"I'm...I'm not going to-- Kell, you're important here, I don't want to make things worse for you." The guards were one thing. Being reprimanded by the king and queen and possibly being separated from him was another. He might not be the crowned prince but he was still something.

Neria hooked one of her legs up over his hip, wanting to be as physically close to him as possible. She buried her face in his hair, drowning herself in the smell of Kell and the lingering scent of his magic.