Elora stared into his eyes and found he was being serious, her gaze trailed his face, stopping on his lips. Thorn's heart skipped at her gaze.
He watched her get up from her seat, and he swallowed hard, feeling nervous and excited at her next actions.
Elora inched closer, her warm breath washing over his skin. Their lips were mere breaths apart when—
A knock shattered the moment.
Thorn closed his eyes in frustration, hating the person at the other end of the door. Elora's lips curled in a smile at his expression, ''Enter.''
The door opened at her words and Albert came in with a tray of tea and pastries. Albert paused slightly at the tension in the room—with a neutral expression, he placed the tray on the table.
''Your majesty, I take my leave.'' He bowed and left the room as quickly as he came. Closing the door after him, the room fell into silence; Thorn tried to keep his expression neutral as he strode back to his seat.
