Charles forgot about his annoyance as he fished for a compliment, he turned touching her face. He felt something twist deep in his chest, a deep love at how sweet Mary was when they were deep in one of their oldest games. Lover, friend, husband, and wife.
"I love you, you know that?" He smiled reminding her.
She preened under his gaze, "More than anyone?" She asked coyly.
"More than anything." He answered.
"More than," her gaze slid to the wall that separated them from Elizabeth's room.
He started to agree with her, he stopped before he realized that wasn't precisely true anymore. It was different, but not more. For him, Mary had no beginning or end, and Elizabeth always would. Elizabeth would always be someone he knew before he loved her.
Before he could say anything t
