Amel looked stricken with remorse. "Princess Dela, I can only imagine how hard it was for you to ask me to marry you. But ... " His expression wavered and he raised a hand to his brow to shield his eyes.
Concerned, Dela reached out to help.
And was struck in the chest as Amel lashed out wildly with a wordless cry!
Dela once fell from a horse as a girl. This blow winded her just as badly. She dropped her book and reeled into a writing desk. Breathless, gasping, she seized a chair to stay on her feet as she struggled to get air into her lungs.
As suddenly as he had gone mad, Amel recovered. He rushed to help her at once. “I’m so sorry! Did you hurt you? Oh, please don’t be hurt!” he begged her as he helped her back to the divan. His vanilla scent reminded her of court where Royalbloods of both genders used perfumes that mimicked the scent of the Family of Light: a vanilla base lightened by spring flowers. This was exactly how Amel smelled.
He patted her hand as he leaned over her, stretched out on the divan. “Please, please don’t be hurt!” he said, again.