Chapter 87

Conaan woke up to the loud cheers coming from downstairs. He turned, his eyes squinting against the early morning sun, his hair falling behind him. He somehow always rose after the sun these days, and he knew exavtly what to blame it on. Sometimes, he could just blame it on Eleanor, though, with her endless probing around his face, stealing kisses while he was asleep and rendering him with no options but to wake up.

He gave a small sigh, and flipped the sheets off. He was shirtless, and he walked barefoot across to the window, his eyes taking in the view below.

Eleanor was in the middle of it, with a few other maids around her as they did the ceremonial decorations with flowers for the annual festival. He had almost forgotten about the event, but seeing Eleanor so excited for it, it was weirdly contagious.

His fingers moved to the glass, exactly where she was standing, her smile big, her eyes lit up almost as bright as the sun itself. Or the sky, so to say. It matched her