"And I you, my most gracious lady." He wrote in reply before setting the enchanted book aside to reach for her properly. Forehead to forehead he took a moment simply to bask in the fragile warmth of what they shared before he pressed his lips to hers a third time, large fingers curled in her hair.

Many a maid he has kissed, and a few he may have even loved, but none were near so precious to him as this Lady Foster.