As they sat on the bench, Charles let out a contended smile; finally able to drink her in as much as he could.

Of course he was frustrated; he couldn’t spend some genuine time with her, and though he was okay with it – knowing full well the implications and social scandal that would occur if they had met in another way – Charles still didn’t appreciate it. It was as if he was being looked on like a hawk and it made him uneasy.

The only comfort here was being with Emmeline.

“Of course I am,” He jested and they began talking properly for a few hours before they had to go home…

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