Prince William caught her before she fell to the floor.
His arms wrapped around her as he lifted her, and Onyx stared up into his too-blue eyes.
The magic buffeted around him, but something about him dampened the connection.
As if he absorbed it.
Or was unaffected by it.
The thoughts lost themselves as she closed her eyes, laid her head against his shoulder, and lost herself to the oblivion of exhaustion.