Marguerite and Claire discovered an unexpected friendship in their unusual circumstances. Both were strong, independent women, each navigating through the turbulent waters of their newfound truths.

Claire was harboring a twinge of remorse for the unintended injustice that had transpired between them. The fact that she had unknowingly occupied Marguerite's place, enjoyed the love of her family, etched a layer of guilt within her.

"If I could rewrite history and erase your pain, I would do it in a heartbeat," Claire confided, her eyes reflecting sincerity and a depth of empathy.

Marguerite, absorbing the authenticity of her words, offered a gentle smile, recognizing the genuine sentiment behind them.

Then, as they discussed Roxton, a lighter atmosphere sneaked its way through their conversation. They exchanged stories and giggles, revealing bits and pieces of their individual experiences with the man who unknowingly intertwined their destinies.

Claire looked down for a moment, then met Marguerite's eyes sincerely. "You know, when John and I were together, it was never the fairytale romance people thought it was."

Marguerite listened intently.

Claire continued, "There was always pressure from my parents, from my friends. Lord Roxton was, well, the catch of the season. Everyone said I'd be a fool not to marry him."

Marguerite nodded, understanding the societal pressures Claire had been under.

"But the truth is," Claire sighed, "We never had that spark that the two of you have. To me, he felt more like a brother or a dear cousin. There were never any romantic feelings between us. And I think he felt the same. That's probably why we managed to part on such good terms. But seeing him with you, seeing how happy he is, I know everything turned out the way it was meant to."

Marguerite asked, "What about your current fiancé, what is he like?"

Claire's eyes lit up. "His name's Matthew. He's incredibly handsome and, dare I say, pretty? Blond hair, rare green eyes... He comes from a well-to-do family. They own a big factory, manufacturing all sorts of things. But that's not what caught my attention."

Marguerite nudged her playfully, urging her to continue.

"We met when I first visited America. It was supposed to be just a summer romance, something light and short-term. But, as the days turned into weeks, we found something deeper in each other. It became a true thing, something substantial and real," Claire paused, her gaze drifting into the distance as if seeing those moments again.

With a dreamy look in her eyes, she added "You know what truly sealed the deal for me? His voice. Matthew sings beautifully. The first time I heard him sing, I fell for him then and there. There's something magical about a man who can express himself so passionately through a song."

The two women continued to chat, their conversation flowing naturally. Topics varied, touching on their experiences, personal challenges, and lighter moments that brought smiles and occasional laughter.

Later that night, Roxton, feeling amused and somewhat bewildered by the unexpected friendship blossoming between Claire and Marguerite, curiously approached her about it.

Marguerite, with a sly, playful grin, joked, "Well, you know, there's nothing like the bond between two women who shared the same man."

Roxton, dismissing the insinuation with a gentle shake of his head, explained, "Marguerite, you do realize we never actually consumated our marriage, don't you?"

Marguerite's eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and genuine warmth as she responded, "Oh, I know, John. I just enjoy teasing you a bit." Her expression then softened, and with a gentle touch on his arm, she continued, "Besides, your past is your past. I know where your heart is now, and that's all that matters to me."

Marguerite then leaned back, her gaze distant, reflecting on the evening. "But honestly, John, Claire is quite remarkable," she mused aloud. "Choosing to stand with us, in spite of all, that takes real courage. And there's a sweetness about her, a genuine kindness. It's not often I instantly warm up to someone, but with Claire... it just felt natural."

In the crisp light of the following morning, Claire elaborated more on Mordren's strategies and anticipated attacks, giving the team invaluable information. She pointed out specific locations on the map, highlighting areas of potential attacks and secret passages that he might utilize. The team listened carefully, scribbling down notes and occasionally asking for clarifications.

After an exhaustive debriefing, Claire began to pack her belongings, sensing the urgency to get back to her own life and responsibilities.

"I hate to have to leave you so early," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine regret. "But I have my own personal matters that require my attention."

Abigail approached Claire, her expression serious yet softened by gratitude. "You have brought invaluable information, Claire," she began, clasping Claire's hands in her own. "Your courage and integrity will not be forgotten here. May your journey be safe, and may your new life be filled with all the happiness you deserve."

Roxton stepped forward, his tall frame casting a shadow over Claire. For a moment, they exchanged a look filled with understanding and shared history. He offered a half-smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach the eyes but conveys a world of emotion.

"Claire," he said, his voice low and sincere, "you've faced so much, and through it all, you've remained true to yourself and to us. Thank you for your trust, and for letting us in on this." He reached out and pulled her into a brief but firm embrace. "Take care of yourself, and if ever you need us, know that you have friends here."

Veronica spoke next, "I want to express my deepest gratitude as well. Thank you, for everything."

Claire took a deep breath, her gaze moving between the faces that had now become familiar and dear to her in such a short time. "Thank you all," she started, her voice quivering slightly with emotion. "I genuinely wish I could stay longer, be a part of this battle by your side. But I have my own battles to face back home. However, remember this: once all of this is over, I'll be waiting for each and every one of you on the other side. We will celebrate, not as strangers who met under dire circumstances, but as friends, as family. Please, take care and good luck in the war that lies ahead. May we meet again under happier skies." With those final words, she gave a warm, reassuring smile, her optimism shining through the underlying sadness of the farewell.

Marguerite walked with Claire to the clearing where she would use the Ouroborus, their steps in sync and their hearts heavy.

Claire broke the silence, her voice tinged with both happiness and melancholy. "Marguerite, our paths crossed under the most unusual circumstances. Yet, in this short span of time, I feel we've forged a bond that would've taken years under ordinary circumstances. When the dust settles, and we both find our places in the world again, I hope we can be friends."

Marguerite's face lit up at the thought. "I'd love that very much."

The two shared a heartfelt embrace, sealing their promise. Claire then readied herself to use the Ouroborus, casting one last glance at Marguerite before venturing off to her next destination, with the memories of their time together warming her heart.