Like a peach kissed by the sun or a rose just unfurling its leaves before the glory of morning, so his Camilla awoke. "Hi," he grinned down at her, rubbing one thumb along the inside of her wrist. "No, didn't miss a thing. Good morning."

He leaned down to brush a tender kiss on her forehead. "Can I get you something? Coffee? Breakfast? Are you hungry? I can get us some breakfast." With all the eagerness of a puppy, Richard sat up, trying to remember how one summoned a house-elf. "Do you want some toast? Or pancakes, maybe?" He just wanted this morning to be as perfect as the evening before. Perhaps he was a little overenthusiastic. But nothing was too much for Camilla.