Disclaimer: I don't own PoTO. Dearest Gaston does.
Author's Note: This is a "drabble". Drabbles are supposed to be only 100 words. So therefore, this is supposed to be short.
She ate daintily at the table as he made her bed. Christine had offered to do it, but Erik declined. He made it clear that he was her Husband, and that he would take care of her. She knew better than to argue.
Erik came and sat opposite Christine, not eating. He simply stared for a moment. She smiled.
"What is this look on your face? You seem at peace." She asked, slightly surprised. Erik poured a little wine, and drank it slowly.
"I am, Christine." He said softly, "I am at peace now that you are here with me."