Lady Brenna Norrington opened the door which she kept closed to everyone, even the maids. Dust lightly covered the room, giving it a dark glow. Brenna silently walked over to a large desk and gently placed her fingers upon it, feeling the wood with her fingertips. She breathed in heavily…it still smelled of him. She could smell the freshly powdered wig, his newly shaven face. A small tear slid down her rosy cheek. She then walked over to his leather chair and buried her face in it, hugging it as if it contained him wrapped in the crevices.
She peered about, his uniform still folded neatly in an open wardrobe, his wig placed upon its perch, the mirror holding his metals on its leg. She brought her eyes to the painting of him, his eyes staring at her with solemn sternness and his mouth in a straight line of apprehension.
"Hello, my love…" Brenna whispered to him, hugging herself.
James starred back.
"I shall leave you to your studies."
With a pivot, Brenna silently left the room, not noticing that James's lips were now smiling in the painting…his green eyes glowing with happiness.
A/N: Short but sweet...and a little creepy...