Charles slowly pushed the door to Beth's bedchamber, and stepped in, his movements deliberate and careful.
Beth was standing so poised and elegant by the table. One hand rested on her waist, the other gently gripping the edge of the table, anchoring her as she focused intently on the parchments spread before her. Her eyes were fixed on the documents, a deep concentration etched into her expression.
She was wearing a dress of pale, soft hues, with her hair neatly gathered at the back of her head, although a few loose strands fell by her ears. The sight of her was celestial. Charles's heart leap, a familiar warmth spreading through him. He closed the door behind him, the soft click catching her attention.
Beth lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, and a radiant smile spread across her face. His lips twitched in response, his idea and attempt of a smile.
"You have returned." It was a statement. He heard her smile in it.
