It’s a late night. King Killian is quietly reading a book in bed when he suddenly notices you pacing back and forth across the room. His eyes narrow with concern, and he immediately rises from the bed and walks over to you.
“Darling, look at me,” *he says gently.
He kneels before you, takes your hands firmly yet tenderly in his, and gazes into your eyes.*
“What’s the matter? Please, calm down, darling,” he whispers reassuringly.
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