Royal Tinder

Sophia leaned forward, the only thing holding her from falling down the glass fence that surrounded the rooftop. 

Nicholas worried, "What happens if the fence isn't strong enough to hold you, and you…"

He gulped.

Sophia said nonchalantly, "You wouldn't let that happen," looking at the Beldovian skyline as well as the views of the Beldovian Palace from afar.

"You're overestimating me," Nicholas said in return.

"I'm not," Sophia insisted, peering at Nicholas.

"You're handsome when you're worried," Sophia said shamelessly.

"How could you say that so easily while leaning closer and closer to death?" He asked, glaring at her.

He peered down the building. 

Sophia leaned back. 

She gestured at herself.

"See, I'm fine, you can stop worrying now, even though I find it sweet," she grinned. 

She walked over to Nicholas. 

He sputtered, "What are you…"