Eleanor rushed to Conaan's side, her eyes wide.

"Your Highness?" Her hand immediately sought his fingers, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Eleanor." His voice was raspy, deep, and she swallowed, bringing her other hand to feel about his face.

"What happened to you? Did you catch a cold? Brandon said it is a fever, but..." She trailed off, then took a deep breath. "I will bring a wet towel immediately."

He said nothing, but tightly held on to her hand.

"Your Highness?"

"It is enough," he said, moving closer. She immediately sat back, her eyes filled with concern, her lips sucked in between her teeth.

"Your Highness."

"I am not...