A secret to tell the king

It was late evening, Eleanor was already awake but she was feeling extremely weak and depleted.

"Where am I?" She rhetorically asked, her eyes gazing across the room until she realized that it was the king's room.

Eleanor quickly sailed out of the bed, and she made to run out of the room. However, a hand pulled her back and his face slammed into a wall.

"Ouch!" She whined, her head ached and she made to jerk away from the soul but strong arms were now caging her waist.

Eleanor shakily trembled, she knew it was the king, and slowly, she dragged her eyes up to his pretty eyes.

"M-my King," she muttered.

"How are you feeling?" King Spencer asked, he was still holding her tighter.

Eleanor felt uncomfortable at the closeness, but at the same, she was feeling safe and secure in his arms.

"I'm... I'm fine, my king!" She softly replied.

No doubt, Eleanor knew she has plunged into a deep love with the king. However, she wasn't expecting him to show some atom of care toward her too.