'More,' all it took was one word to make her deliriously happy. This was so different than any relationship she'd ever had.
The feeling of his thumb on her skin calmed her. She held onto him. Her breath catching as she breathed out shoulders raising and falling.
Her hand went to his neck, her fingers playing with his hair, head on his chest. Lids closed she memorized the moment to call upon when she was feeling down.
"Thank you for my life," she began soft words dancing in his ears. Pulling away enough to look at him she licked her lips. Faux snow flakes still falling. In face where they stood looked like a war zone.
"I was not offended, I embrace your friendship claiming you as my best friend." She winced a little as she moved her right arm making a noise to accompany a grimace.
"I did not want to make a fool of myself over you. I was going to request a room change if you did not feel the same way." He could tell she was favoring her right arm.
"I do not want you to die for me," he'd promised she would never be harmed. It would kill her if something happened to him. The young Queen was falling for the man she shared a room. "To many people have died," she said as a tear ran down her cheek. It was partially because of hie gesture, but also because her arm hurt her.