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Your embrace was warm. Very warm. It felt like a thousand suns grazing his skin, pouring light into ever crevice of his body and leaving him with a feeling of solace, distracting him from everything outside of the castle walls.
More often than not, he preferred your hold to be one where he rest his head upon your chest, his arms wrapped around your abdomen with no desire to let you go. He felt like the happiest man in the world. And the luckiest. You usually fell asleep before him, and although your embrace relaxed and grew limp, the beating of your heart reverberating in his ears stilled whatever thoughts that clouded his mind, and the worry that seemed to be never-ending to finally cease. From the way you smelled to the way your shallow, soft breaths were and to the way your heartbeat gently echoed off of the castle’s walls he could finally feel a net of safety envelope his weary body.
He would lie away with your arms around him, basking greedily in your hold. Everything was so different with you, from how your lingering touches lit up his world and silently told him you cared, and the gazes he caught when you were trying to be discreet. If he was the moon, he was sure you would be his sun.
His love for you was something he had only seen with his parents, something he had only read in books. Nothing could ever be perfect, however with you it felt as such. He could ask for nothing more, and could live happily knowing that wherever you were, you would be safe. That he would be safe, even within these dreary castle walls.