04.11.18 - ON HOLD! // His hands are soft, gentle, as he takes my own and entwines our fingers. Repeating the all too familiar gesture, he brings his hand around the back of my neck, pulling close to him, and I feel his lips touch my forehead, warm, wet. My heart slows, calming. "I love you, Agara" he tells me, barely audible, barely even a whisper. It's almost like everythig and everyone around us disappears, like we're in our own litle bubble. "I know you're scared, and I am, too, but right now I need you to be strong, and brave. These people need you. They need their Queen."