Craith sat on your bed, hand in your hair as you slept. How beautiful you were, especially as you slept, so peaceful and gracious even in slumber. He longed to lay down beside you, but resisted himself for fear of you awaking and scolding him. How would you react if you knew how much he longed for you, how he had strands of your hair he cherished, buttons from your clothing? Surely you wouldn’t be able to return his consuming feelings that kept him up at night. —“My royal,” He murmured, sighing.