I squinted and blinked my eyes open to a bright warm light in my face. I was in my room in the castle, with the sunlight beamed in through the open window. My fingertips prickled like it was being crushed and my palms were clammy and sweaty. Looking down, Renaud was once again fast asleep in a chair, and resting his head on the bed.
Reaching my hand over, I lightly brushed his hair out of his face. He had deep creased lines embedded into his forehead, but he looked so peaceful and calm, asleep.
'Oh sweet, sweet Renaud, what have you done to me? How can such a frustrating man make my heart flutter and melt in so many ways?'
I feel so scared. This fear to lose him, to never see him again. This fear that I'm dreaming and I would, one day, wake up from this beautiful dream. I can't even imagine...no...I don't want to imagine a single moment without him. I feel like my very breath would leave me and my heart would leap out and follow him wherever he went, with or without my body.
