Dawn could not draw her eyes away from him, not now.<br/><br/>She had never expected this, to come back to her room and find him, to fight and cry and then this. Sweet Goddess, Danu must be real, to have heard her prayers and answered them. If she was going to be forced to be a Princess, a High Queen  she would beg for things in return, like Roarke. He was a blessing to her. When his hand ran through her hair she smiled, expecting just a tender touch but he didn't, his fingers tugged and she gasped as her neck arched for him, her heart racing at the tight, commanding hold.<br/><br/>Her body flared to life, eyes shinning, the outer most ring the dark navy of the night sky at midnight, wrapping around a soft blue silver, the color that edged a full moon's glow and then the pure blinding white of starlight, or the moon. And they shone for him and him alone in that moment. And his words, they touched her heart as surely as his hands touched her. A soft, tender smile touched her lips, but when his voice went lower and his hand in her hair made her whimper, trembling. His, yes, and her body was slick with the desire to know what that would mean in full even with the aches of her activities the night before. "Yours...yes...Yours" Her mind went blank, all the fantasy's, all the longings, gone and replaced simply by a wanton eagerness to be his, to let him use her as he would.