Her long, dark and heavy hair spread over his chest His lips rested on her sleeping head as he breathed in her scent. With his arm wrapped around her he ran his fingers lightly over her skin, carefully so as to not waken her.
This was the first woman to call out to him, to heal his heart, to stop his nightmares and she was precious.
So smart, so fair, so sweetly clever, he could see coming back to her again and again.
There was no curse, the curse was broken. Then she rolled and bared her fangs at him.