Giselle averted her gaze, refusing to look at Henry.

She had braced herself for him not to let her go so easily, yet to her surprise, a soothing silence enveloped them, punctuated only by their shared breathing.

Turning her head, she never expected to see him... asleep!

Henry lay in deep slumber, his eyes tightly closed and eyebrows slightly furrowed. His usually daunting demeanor now resembled an eagle at rest in its nest, its formidable wings quietly ...