Love this little change of venue. Simply thom rainier, and the end was sweet.

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He kneeled there for a moment, silently praying.

He heard a small intake of breath after a moment longer than eternity.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered open, her green eyes trying hard to focus on the man holding her hand.

"My lady..." Rainier let a breath out, "I... I knew you'd come around." He smiled, tears of joy tugging at his eyes.

"Raini... Rainier?"

"Tis me, my lady." He affirmed.

"This is no dream?" She asked weakly, her eyes slowly focusing on him.

"It is no dream." He smiled.

She let a weak smile grace her face, her eyes finally looking at him. "What... What's this?" her soft voice penetrated the silence as her hand had found his cheek, and with an elegant finger she had wiped tear away from his eyes.

"It... It's no longer grief." He admitted, which was rewarded with a wispy laugh, just a shadow of the silver bells of the laughter he heard not days before.

"You needn't grieve for me." She weakly smiled her eyes closing, "I am no one special." She fell asleep, gentle breaths nearly lulling him to sleep before he pulled himself up and kissed her forehead.

"You are to me, my lady."
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A little angst to make the rest even sweeter.

That was really sweet!

well done.