Her King

Regina’s POV

We trust you

I didn’t feel he was just speaking about work, it feels that he was reassuring me. However, his simple words bring an indescribable amount of strength within me.

Why do I feel if he is with me, then nothing is impossible for me?

"Ladies and gentlemen, kindly excuse Miss. Micheals and me as we have something important to discuss. However, you can carry on with the meeting." I watch him standing from his chair, his body language showing dominance, as walks towards me. Even with his huge built and nearly six feet height, I can't stop myself from admiring how gracefully he carries himself.

Clearing this throat he snaps me out of my thoughts and I watch his lips tilting in a smirk noticing my fixated stare.

He gestures me to follow him, after excusing myself I follow him. While disappointment floods inside me when I nearly miss the opportunity to brush my fingers against his hand. There is a strong urge to make contact with his skin, even if it is a light brush of fingers.

I should not be feeling like this, I am meeting this man for the first time, yet I feel I know him all my life.

He leads me to his office and closes the door behind. The moment our eyes meet again, something happens.

All restraint leaves my body and I feel myself walking towards him like there is an invisible pull between us.

Covering the distance between us, I wrap my arms around him. His arms come around me as he sighs contently. Unintentionally, I place my hand above his heart and a loud gasp escapes from me when I realize it is beating just in sync with mine. A strange warmth engulfs me and something clicks inside me, giving me a sense of wholeness. The wetness on my face makes me frown as I don't realize I am crying.

Pulling back I wipe my tears.

"I don't know what is happening." I step away from him, frowning, "I have never behaved like this before."

"Please, don't misunderstand me... I am not throwing myself on you, I am not a slut." Shaking my head, I look away feeling horrified as realization dawns on me that my actions can be misinterpreted. Even though there is nothing sexual about all this.

"I am sorry, please forgive me." I look down in embarrassment.

"Never use any derogatory words for yourself, Regina." His tone is sharp, yet his touch is gentle as he holds my face forcing me to meet his eyes, "We... I can't tolerate any disrespect against you. So, I will not even allow you to insult you in any way."

"There is nothing wrong with you or this." He motions between us with his hand, "You can't deny, because I know you have felt it too, the connection." He envelops my hand in hands.

"Please, don't think much, just listen to your heart and let your emotions lead you." He pleads, his eyes hold vulnerability.

"I know you are feeling confused, these sudden emotions are overwhelming for you. But don't give up..." He quietly says the last words as if he doesn't want to me listen.

But I have heard them clearly. I have heard the silent plead behind his words as if he is asking not to give up on him.

"Okay." I nod, biting my lip trying to comprehend what the hell is going on with me.

But when I see his lips curve into a most gorgeous smile, suddenly I feel everything is right.

My hand raises to touch the side of his face, and closing his eyes he leans into my touch as a peaceful look washes over his handsome features.

His eyes swirl with different emotions that are indescribable.

"Will you allow me to court you?" He asks.

His question makes me laugh as I wait for him to join me.

"Why are you laughing?" He tilts his head giving me a confused look.

"Are you serious?" My eyes widen.

"Why would I joke about something like this?" He seems even more confused, then his feature hardens.

"Are you with someone else?" He asks with a dangerous edge to his voice.

"No..." I shake my head, his face instantly relaxes, "But we don't know each other, for crying out loud, we have met for the first time a few hours ago." I laugh.

"That's why I have asked you to court you, so we can know each other. But at the same time, you should know that my intentions are pure and I am not taking any advantage of you. When the time comes and if you will agree, I would want to make you my wife." The seriousness in his words makes me want to question his sanity, but the sincerity in his eyes makes my heart believe that he means each word he has spoken.

"So, will you?" He questions again.

"Yes, I will." Words slip out of my mouth with any restraint, as soft smile forms on my face.

Since I have almost proved that I lost my logical sense by behaving the way I did a few moments ago. So, I think in this situation I will let my heart drive me rather than my brain. Because my brain is saying all this is wrong, but my heart is saying if I refuse to trust him then I will be wrong.