Carol
Lord Elroy Thèvenet 
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet

Elroy chuckled, pulling her closer to kiss her deeply. Their argument earlier, though he still considered her to be in the wrong, had upset him. "Perhaps you should join me with less clothing to make it my favorite part of the evening as well." He rumbled, lips exploring her neck as his hands squeezed her waist firmly.
Erin
Lady Jasmine Thèvenet 
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet 

Jasmine laughed as Elroy pulled her against him, his kisses tickling her neck. She ran her fingers through his thick, slightly curly hair as she planted a kiss on his lips. For a moment, she let herself be lost in his embrace.

The candle behind her flickered, bringing Jasmine's mind back to reality. Here she was, kissing her husband as if she hadn't a care in the world, while countless people were unknowingly sentenced to die a horrible death. A twice of sadness pierced her heart as she planted one last soft kiss on Elroy's cheek before she took a step back with a small smile.

"You must be tired," She said as she sat back down. She grabbed her quill, tearing her gaze from her husband's rather tantalizing abdominal muscles to continue writing. "Don't feel the need to stay awake because of me, darling. I'm simply finishing a list for La Gruador."
Carol
Lord Elroy Thèvenet 
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet

Elroy shivered from the chill that whistled its way between them as she pulled away. His hand refused to let hers go until she pulled it away gently, but it was enough time for him to search her eyes and understand why she did not continue.

"Is this to be our love?" He questioned, his voice quietly hinting at the hurt he felt. Elroy walked to her desk and looked down at her. "Why do you condemn me for following orders? They are not my orders, yet you look at me with pity and sadness as if I am the one to blame for the deaths." He sighed and let his hand run through his curls before standing up, frustrated he hadn't kept his thoughts to himself.

"I will leave you to your work." Elroy pulled his eyes from his wifes face and turned towards the wash room where a bath had been drawn up for him.
Erin
Lady Jasmine Thèvenet 
Private Quarters, Provincial Thèvenet 

Jasmine reached out and grabbed his hand with hers to stop him before he moved to the washroom. "Elroy... I know the orders are not your fault. Of course they aren't." She stood up, so soon after sitting down. It seemed as though she was doing everything incorrectly as of late. The papers could wait for a few more minutes. Her relationship with her husband was, in that moment, more pressing to her.

She put her hands around his waist as she rested her cheek on the crook of his neck. She felt so ashamed. Ashamed in her lack of faith, ashamed in the hurt in Elroy's eyes, and perhaps most of all, the shame of being useless in the one area that was supposed to be her expertise: helping people.

"I'm sorry. I just- Oh, Elroy." Tears pricked in her eyes. She was being more emotional as of late. "I feel as though I'm to blame. Perhaps if I would have worked harder or maybe if La Gruador had more-" She paused, willing her voice not to break. "And what those orders are asking of you. I find it wrong in many ways, especially to put so much weight on your shoulders."

She thought about saying something else, then thought better of it. "I'm sorry, my darling," She whispered as she reached up to hold his face in her hands. "The last thing I want is for you to feel that I am not here for you, or that I think you're at fault for all of this. I love you." She raised her eyes from the floor to gaze at her husband. "You know that, don't you? How much I love you."