Branwenn started to calm herself as her tears ran out, her eyes now heavy after such a crying fit. Her head absently leaning against the manâ€™s chest as a few hiccups shook her chest. Rook lifted his head to look at his master, giving a whinny he shook his mane out and went back to grazing. Donald was so warm, her body instinctively curling in towards the warmth as the sun shown down onto the small little clearing.<br/><br/>Before the young woman knew it, her stress and emotions had drained her as she drifted to sleep. Her hand was lightly pressed against the manâ€™s chest as she lightly snored; long dark lashes swooping low to kiss pale flushed tear stained cheeks.<br/><br/>Her stress mainly derived from the fact that she was only recently told of her arranged marriage, had her mother been alive, she would of never allowed such a thing. Her wish was to see her little Branwenn happy and with someone who loved her.