51 Predator Disguised as Prey

"Princess, what's love?" He mumbled. 

Her shoulders were beginning to tire, and her breathing grew heavier as his ever-tightening embrace threatened to squeeze the air out of her. 

Her mind was clearing, and she didn't know why she had lunged forward previously. No matter how pitiful he was, he would still be the controlling and manipulative Northern King. Just as he said, he didn't know what love was. 

At times, there was almost like there was a magnetic pull towards him that erased all of her logic and reasoning. 

Today, she had almost sank into this trap, but she had caught herself just in time. 

She never meant to act as if she had already forgiven him, but now that the action was already done, perhaps she should play along with it.

Although his grip wasn't enough to actually hurt her, Daphne let out a small gasp of pain.