A/N: I do not own Downton Abbey or William Shakespeare's words.
What light through yonder window breaks?
She sits, pushing the hair off her face.
He waits by the door, a questioning look spread over his countenance.
A sigh slips from her lips, a smile spreads softly.
Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon.
He crosses to stand before her.
A hand comes down and wraps itself protectively around hers.
"I never wished hurt upon you."
Cast it off. He sees the truth; he casts the hurt off.
The words sink into his heart, and the tears rush in slipstream down his cheeks.
She stands, places a palm against his cheek.
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
He closes his eyes and lowers his mouth to touch her own, an embrace that courses through her skin.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven.