Quietly and cautiously, Roxton stepped into the main room of the smaller treehouse. Everything was quiet. He slipped into Will's room and blew out the lap after tucking him in and kissing his forehead. He mad his way through the bathroom and stopped in the doorway. Marguer's back was to him as she sat in front of the small mirror, brushing her long hair. He heard her sigh softly as she put the brush down and ran her hand over some worry lines on her forehead.
"Hey.." he called softly.
"See this? This is you." she said. "And this one," she continued, her hand moving to strok some lines by her eyes. "That's you too."
"I'm sorry."
"..not your fault."
"Marguerite..."
"Your sorry. So you just said. It'll never happen again and this doesn't change how you feel...did it go something like that?" she said, almost snapping. She'd heard those words far to often from Charles to actually believe them.
"I AM sorry. And baring magic spells or mind control, it will NEVER happen again. But it doe change how I feel." he said, moving to kneel beside her. "This all ju makes me realize how lucky I really am in the first place...and makes me realize how much I take you for granted. And it's going to stop. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I COULD have married some 18 year old debutante porciline doll, but-"
Marguerite interupted, "There were none on the plateau?"
He just gave her a look and she fell silent. "I didn't want that...I never have. I always wanted a woman who...who wouldn't just compliment the Roxton name. I wanted someone who could be my partner in all things. Who I could talk to and share things with. I wanted someone who could keep up with more than tea times and balls. Marugierte, you're so much more than just a pretty face! You have spirt and fire...and I never in my life thought I'd find a woman like you. I didn't know women like you
"Hey.." he called softly.
"See this? This is you." she said. "And this one," she continued, her hand moving to strok some lines by her eyes. "That's you too."
"I'm sorry."
"..not your fault."
"Marguerite..."
"Your sorry. So you just said. It'll never happen again and this doesn't change how you feel...did it go something like that?" she said, almost snapping. She'd heard those words far to often from Charles to actually believe them.
"I AM sorry. And baring magic spells or mind control, it will NEVER happen again. But it doe change how I feel." he said, moving to kneel beside her. "This all ju makes me realize how lucky I really am in the first place...and makes me realize how much I take you for granted. And it's going to stop. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. I COULD have married some 18 year old debutante porciline doll, but-"
Marguerite interupted, "There were none on the plateau?"
He just gave her a look and she fell silent. "I didn't want that...I never have. I always wanted a woman who...who wouldn't just compliment the Roxton name. I wanted someone who could be my partner in all things. Who I could talk to and share things with. I wanted someone who could keep up with more than tea times and balls. Marugierte, you're so much more than just a pretty face! You have spirt and fire...and I never in my life thought I'd find a woman like you. I didn't know women like you