15 April, 1369. Elleiser Foothills, Havietten.
"How you you think couples that marry for love, stay in love after many years have gone by?" Celia asked as she stretched out languidly on Lucas's bed, then rolled over on to her belly.
Outside, a spring storm rattled the window of the monastery they were spending the night in. The tapping sound of the rain added to the cozy atmosphere of the room.
It's like we're the only people in the world still awake, Celia thought contentedly. Just me and the man I adore.
"You expect me to know that?" Lucas asked, then tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. His smile was the silly, sleepy one he always wore after they'd finished making love. "None of the other men you're currently bedding can answer that question?"