Gherrick kept his head low, and if he had a tail, it would be well hung between his legs.
"Aurora..." his voice implored, a hand reaching out for hers. "Honestly, you know how I am. I would never intentionally hurt you." And once his hand found hers, it's warmth engulfed it. "One day, as you put it," he went on, blue eyes seeking hers, "I will lead our people. And I would not be so foolish. I just..." and here, he sighed and simply lowered his head, then got to his knees befre her and did a very unprincely thing-
he groveled.
Arms secured around her legs and he buried his face against them.
"Oh, Aurora, can you ever forgive me for my foolishness? I did not mean to hurt you."
In one way or another.
"Let me beg my forgiveness, as your humble prince and friend. However can I make it up to you?"