Reunions
Disclaimer: I am not a Theologian, a Historian, or a TV Producer; I therefore do not own any thing.
Pairing: Thomas Cromwell/ Elizabeth Wyckes Cromwell
Note: This is something I had scratched out a while ago, it's another worthless Cromwell/ Elizabeth one shot, the pairing I always turn to when I get board, I could not find a prompt that it fit, so here it is, by itself. Don't know if it's worth it, but that's not my call…
The room was dark, but not as dark as he expected at the present hour. The low glowing fire was aided in illumination by a single candle burning brightly on the sideboard. Together, along with the adjustment of his dark eyes, he was able to see Elizabeth's outline with slightly more detail than he would be able to otherwise.
She was seated on the window sill, knees bent, hugged to her chest, cheek atop them as she looked out the window onto the lawn below. She was dressed for bed, her hair combed long down her back, dressing gown over her chemise, bare toes poking out from under the quilt she'd draped over her lap. Her mind lost in thought instead of sleep.
He stood in the doorway watching her, the very sight of her calming his fierce longings. He was home now. He was with his wife. He was even ahead of schedule, having ridden through the night instead of sleeping. He was tired, zounds, he was tired, but it didn't matter because he was with her.
"I thought you would be asleep." He said softly, entering the bed chamber and giving Elizabeth such a start that she fell from her perch. Not the image of reunion he had when he set out for Putney.
She picked herself up and smiled at him tiredly. The candle flame and her love for him dancing in her blue eyes.
"How could I without you beside me?" she asked exhaustion in her voice. He felt his tired core warm. She was a gift from God, one that every day he endeavored to deserve. He fell short, but a mortal did not deserve such an angel, they were of God. And God had almost taken her once. It was after they lost Margaret. She stopped eating, stopped sleeping. She wasted away before his eyes.
The pain of nearly loosing her was assuaged by the fact she was alive. And in his arms her cheek resting against his chest, his her curls. They stood in embrace, he so very happy to be home, and she so happy to have him.
"Ready for bed?" he yawned, she nodded and slipped away to extinguish the candle of her loneliness. Stripped down to his linens they crawled into bed.
"Shall you be able to sleep now, my love?" He asked as she pillowed her head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around her.
"With you by my side? Peacefully." She said sleepily, nuzzling her nose into his chest with a sigh.
"Know this Elizabeth, I will always be by your side, and if I am not, be certain that I am endeavoring to return. He whispered, kissing the top of her curly head.
A guttural snore was the only response.