Annis sits before her unornamented mirror, frowning as she runs her hands through her strands of white hair. She can't help but wonder what Mithian sees in her. As if sensing her thoughts, someone comes up behind her, and she doesn't have to turn around to know who it is. Her wife slips her arms around her, and Annis sags tiredly. Mithian hums soothingly, her warm, soft body pressed against Annis, and Annis wants nothing more than to turn and kiss her wife. "What is it, darling?" Mithian asks, pressing a kiss to her temple. Annis studies her silently in the mirror before answering. "I'm old," She says quietly. Mithian smiles at her through the mirror. "What about that bothers you?" Annis shrugs, leaning back against her. "I just can't help but wonder what a young beauty like you sees in an old hag like me," She says, trying to play it off as a joke. Mithian sees right through her, as always. She sighs. "Darling, I have loved you since our wedding day. I only wish I could have loved you sooner." Something trembles and settles in the elder queen's heart. "Besides," Her wife continues, "I love your hair. I think the white looks like pearl strands and makes the red brighter." Annis brings Mithian's hand to her lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. "Thank you, beloved."