"Blaith" Lillian said a little louder as she stood up and walked towards the desk. If he'd been laying down properly somewhere she'd just have let him sleep, but being hunched over a desk like that was going to leave him stiff and sore when he woke up. Stiff and sore would likely mean cranky, and she still had to deal with him.
By the time she was standing next to him, she hesitated to call his name again. His face looked so peaceful, when not marred by worry and anger, Blaith was a very handsome man. Lillian recalled his smile quiet well. Memories of their ride, their walk, and their dancing made her close her eyes and sigh. Looking was all she was allowed to do. Love, passion, marriage - those were all forbidden to a White Lily, and wishing for any was just tormenting herself. That day had caused her more than a small amount of grief.
Besides, Blaith was already nearing forty and hadn't expressed an interest in romance in all his years, why even use him to daydream about her silly childish dreams? Especially considering right now she was considered his prisoner. Slightly disgusted with herself, but unable to resist as she looked down at his peaceful expression, Lillian reached down and gently brushed her fingers across his cheek.
"Blaith, wake up."