Everything was right in the world.

Balthier couldn't help but think that as his hand delved into the snow white hair of his lover. She was sprawled across his lap, her head resting on his thigh as she napped. Fran always looked so innocent whenever she slept. How could he be anything other than at peace with an angel nearby?

He leaned down, his lips gently brushing over her cheek. He desperately needed to touch her somehow, to release this swell of emotion he felt whenever he gazed at her. It had been that way for so long and his love had never dwindled. It only seemed to grow with every rise and fall of the sun.

His lover shifted, her eyes blinking sleepily. She was so beautiful.

"Balthier?" An eye cracked open. He could tell she was suspicious. That was definitely his Fran.

"Mm. Yes, love?" He kissed her forehead and her cheeks, content at the happy noises she made when he did. God, she was so beautiful. He couldn't seem to get enough of her.

Fran smiled, still half-awake as her hand sought his. Their fingers intertwined and her smile grew. It was rare to see such joy on her face when she was out and about in public, but in the comfort of their room–where it was only the two of them–she was always smiling.

"Silly boy. What are you thinking?" She gave his hand an affectionate squeeze and tilted her face towards his, capturing his lips in a kiss full of sweetness and promises of more to come.

"Of you." He answered truthfully between kisses that gained momentum as his hand untangled from her own and drifted over wide hips. "What else could I possibly think of?"

It was true. She was always on his mind and he would have it no other way.

"There are things other than me, Balthier." The room seemed to heat up as her eyes bore into his. Fran tugged him down towards her so she could whisper into his ear, "Love me..."

Balthier's eyes darkened at her words before he lifted her up off the couch and whisked her away to their bed. His smirk was a rather perverted one and Fran loved him for it, "Whatever the Lady wants, the Lady gets!"

Fran smacked his arm playfully, trying to hide her amusement, but it bubbled up in her throat and she could hold it no longer. Balthier couldn't help but join in.

Their joyful laughter echoed through the Strahl.

Everything was perfect.