Despite the darkness in the room his icy gaze seemed to track her finger all the way to her lips, where it rested a moment as she spoke, assuring that it would be their secret. The rosy coloring to her cheeks only aided the rather innocent edges to the expression she had and he couldn't help but grin at it. In comparison to him, she was a lily. Pure and white and undisturbed by the darkness of the world somehow. She was completely and entirely different from every girl he'd seen or touched in the Dark Kingdom, she had something inside of her that no other woman could match. Some sort of light. It shouldn't have been very surprising, being that this was the Light Kingdom and she was the princess for one, and two... he knew her... knew the innate innocence she carried. Back then, though, he'd had the innocence of a child...<br/><br/>When she slid onto the bed next to him his arm settled around her waist to pull her closer, gently, ever so gently, and then it rose so that it was semi draped around her shoulders, providing some cushion to her upper back. Absent mindedly his thumb began to trace little circles on her arm, the softness of her skin an addictive sort of feel.<span style="color: #FF0000">"no, he might not question it, but I doubt he'd be too happy. After all... I could be polluting you with my darkness this very instant!"</span>The sentence came to a hushed, mockingly outraged finish, and a lazy grin fell into place on his face,<span style="color: #FF0000">"I don't think he'd like to find any man in your bedroom, to be honest, let alone me?"</span><br/><br/>His other hand slid over to brush her curtain of hair back away from her face, so he could see her better, and then returned to its place on the bed beside him.<span style="color: #FF0000">"but I didn't come to your bed to talk about your father, did I? Tell me how you've been, my princess. I haven't seen you in so very long, something must have changed other than your appearance..."</span>If one were able to read a look in the darkness, with only the moonlight to refract from the depths of his irises, they'd have seen the curiosity there. That, at least, wasn't faked. He could be cold and heartless all he wanted, but he did, in this instant, want to know what had happened to her. In the time that he had been picked at, cleaned, groomed, and fed darkness in preparation for not only this mission but for the day that he became King of his own castle, what had been done to her?