Conaan opened his eyes to the first rays of the sun. It was all warm and fuzzy around him, the oils Eleanor had massaged into his hair leaving him feeling relaxed, his eyes threatening to drift to a close once more.

He pushed the feeling away, and moved, his eyes fluttering open. Eleanor was laying next to him, her head resting on his chest, her lips slightly parted. He leaned a little, his hand moving strands of her hair away.

Over a thousand nights, and he would still find her sleeping form absolutely gorgeous.

He smiled a little, his eyes clouding over as he watched her. She was a little...