His hand caught my own. I looked into his brown eyes. One of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, and the other reached into my hair and tangled his fingers in it, pulling me into him. He smelled smoky from the fire, but the sweet scent of the soap the maids laid by every washtub in the castle pierced through it all. His grip was strong but soft. All the tension in my body melted as I sank into his embrace. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck, pressing myself deeper into him.