On a sunny summer day in June, he sits neatly before a desk by the window, a book spread open as he quietly takes in the words. All the while, he gently strokes the hair of his lady, who lies sleeping softly in his lap.

As he turns the pages one by one, he notices she has awakened from her sweet slumber. Meeting the gaze of her clear eyes looking up at him, he lowers his head and offers a soft smile.

Lest even a tiny scratch befall the woman he loves so much it hurts, he raises his index finger and tenderly caresses her cheek.

"What kind of dream did you have today, my lady?"