Trust Me

Somehow, Lorelai felt a little better hearing those promising words again. 

She needed his help. She desperately needed it, even though she was not entirely sure what kind of help he could offer right now. 

Still, she clung to his neck with her shaking hands, burying her face into its comforting warmth, and sobbed quietly, as her body continued to lose its strength. 

All of a sudden, her condition began to worsen. The heat within her chest started to spread all over her body, beads of cold sweat breaking through her skin, and she started heaving for air. 

It kept getting worse with every shallow breath she took, slight trembles coursing through her limbs as if the lightning continuously struck her.

"Lorelai!" Rhaegar brushed the princess' damp blonde hair away from her forehead, checking her body temperature with his gentle touch, and Lorelai could not help but groan at that little action.