What more could he ask for? There was no moment more perfect or more touching than the one he and her just shared. Again she spoke those three words, three little words that spoke volumes and filled him with such a sensation of completion. If he were to die at that very moment, in that instant he would have known all that there was to live for and that was the sleeping woman at his side.<br/><br/>Care, so much care was taken to adjust himself so that he could lay down with her. A blanket was pulled over her, as he knew the fire would die down while they slept and he did not want her to awaken with a chill. This was not perfect, but it was a step in the right step, at least he had his hope back. Had his heart swelling with love for a woman he had given up his former nature for.<br/><br/>“I love you too…”he whispered softly before he kissed her forehead and lay down with her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Two weeks went by from that night and he had managed to steal her away only two more times since. It was better than nothing, though not by much. However, ever the hopeful and now romantic soul, he made the best out of a bad situation. Drawings and the occasional flower was left in some secret place for her to find. He even made it a point to just avoid her all together, which pleased her lady in waiting to some extent. If only things could remain in this happyish world. Where they could work to rebuild what was lost and try to cling to the one thing that made both of them remotely happy.<br/><br/>Even such times were bound to end, though this one was not in the way that either of them could have guessed.<br/><br/>“Have you been keeping an eye on her?” the King asked Simprina. “Enough time has passed since the wedding night and we should have some form of confirmation about her condition by now.