He slept very comfortably with Ella in his arms, something that he imagined would never end, despite his governesses wishes. When it came down to it, he ruled his own life, not her. Besides, she'd already tried to reveal the information to his parents. He doubted his father truly cared, and his mother seemed to be more amused by it than anything. That first love feeling, where one would want to simply be close to their partner, for no better reason than to be with them.

He found himself waking up shortly after Ella, shaking his head lightly as she reburied his head in his chest. Her form was against his, held tight by his arm keeping her close. It was definitely comfortable and warm, and he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. Looking up, he noticed the governess and sighed. "Are you going to be there every morning to make sure I don't try anything with Ella until we're legally married?" He sounded annoyed, growing very tired of her actions, doing her best to keep them separated. While her intentions were good, he hoped, it was starting to go too far. When she was waiting at his bed glaring at his soon to be wife, that's when he would draw the line.

All the while, he was stroking Ella's hair with one hand, his other rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He'd still just woken up, though it was growing old very fast to have what should be a nice beginning to a day stymied by that woman's efforts.