Before they went out, an agreement was proposed: to not let the passion drown logic.
They both agreed.
So they walked along the empty, quiet alleys of his kingdom; their presence and words making the connection alive. He wore a cloak, enjoying the liberty of anonymity. She carried a joyous glow, not believing it’s really him she was with. They walked in parallel lines, mocking the absence of what they wanted. The gravity grew stronger; the affection became irrepressible.
He’s been longing to feel again. So the king broke the rule; he held her hand.
And she turned into gold.