Thorne walked into the room assigned to him and Adina, feeling conflicted by all he had seen that day. He had also spent a day in Silverwater and wanted to leave right away.
He stood by the doorway, his gaze landing on Adina who was standing by the window, her hair tied into a bun, and a touch shawl around her shoulders. She turned around when she heard the door open, her gaze falling on him, and a soft smile made its way to her lips.
"Your Majesty," she called softly.
Somehow, all the heaviness and conflict Thorne had in his heart faded away at the sight of her smiling.
"Don't call me that," he murmured as he stepped fully into the room, his boots leaving a trail of dirt on the floor.
Adina tilted her head. "What should I call you then?"
He reached her in a few strides, lifting his hand to brush her cheek, the dirt on his fingers stark against her clean skin. "Just Thorne. I only want to be Thorne when I'm with you."
