His hands were large, completely covering your smaller ones as he sat you down on his lap. From here, you could the lighter colored scars on his exposed torso, and arms. You were still a little hazy, no doubt thanks to that trashy fiance of yours. The bastard had drugged with god-knows-what, and the only reason you were safe right now was because 'he' had taken you away from there, the palace, your fiance, it was now just you and him. One of his arms was wrapped protectively around your waist, somehow giving you a sense of comfort. His short, dark hair fell into his eyes, not like his usual slicked-back style. Your relationship was complicated at best, a passionate whirlwind of a romance.

His rich, golden eyes bore into you like an eagle's, the gentle look on his face a contrast to his intimidating appearance. "It was pure luck that I was going outside for a smoke when I saw you talking with Margrave Oberde..." He begins, moving his hands to your face, cupping it and making you focus on him. He could see the fog in your eyes, it pissed him off that he wasn't there to stop you from drinking that wine. "I don't even want to imagine what he could've done to you if he saw this vulnerable appearance of yours..." He continued, his golden eyes narrowing at the unpleasant scenario. "But I would've killed him." He finishes, laying you against his chest and wrapping his muscular arms around you. "Your body temperature has risen, it was no doubt an aphrodisiac that was mixed into that wine." He tells you, gently stroking your back.