Quiet Moments
[A/N] Short little one-shot based off a Tumblr prompt. Set in no particular time or season.
The room was quiet. It was just the two of them in there, and everything was relatively calm.
Mary was lying on their bed on her side, just watching Francis. He was writing a letter of some sort at his desk, unaware of her gaze.
She couldn't help but smile softly.
In the evening light, oblivious to everything except his work, he was given an angelic air with his golden curls and seeming contentment. How lucky she was to have found someone like him. She loved him so.
Setting his quill down, Francis pushed his chair back and stretched. Turning around, he caught her gaze and lifted a brow, but the corners of his lips turned up into a little smile, as if her own was contagious.
"What are you staring at?" he chuckled. "Do I have something on my shirt?"
"No," Mary said. "I'm just thinking about how much I love you."
Francis rose to his feet and crossed to the bed, moving to sit next to her. His fingers came up to brush along her cheekbone and she lifted her own hand to hold his there.
"I love you too, Mary," he said, leaning down to capture her lips with his.
The air of contentment and peace in the room wasn't something they often got to have. These days with everything going on, they were so rarely afforded time to themselves, and the seconds they had were treasured in every way.
These quiet little moments when nothing else existed. Just them, together, as husband and wife - not as king and queen, but as just a boy and just a girl, as she had once told him. In these moments, they knew they would be alright.