Usually when he woke up and came downstairs, after washing, shaving and dressing in his room, the smell of breakfast greeted him and the fire in the dining room was lit. Not today. Tristan felt fine, but he had no doubt Pippa would not, given the state she had been in last night. Indeed, when he entered the drawing room, she was still sleeping. He walked over to the windows and opened the curtain, bright morning sunlight hitting the young woman's face. That should wake her up, but to make sure, Tristan broke the silence with a "Good morning."