A colorful celebration of life

Eularia rolled her eyes, You're full of surprises. Though her tone is affectionate; clearly she enjoyed surprises given her husband's proclivities. She settled in for breakfast, thinking about her life. She had never seen a life with Magnus in it; not in a long, long time.

But there was no denying, that once upon a time, a silly sixteen year old had hoped her beau would marry her. Magnus had been older than she, it'd been ridiculous to believe he might love her like that. But now, he was here, and she was here and...

Some very small, closeted part of her was thrilled by the fact he'd held a candle for her even these years later. Even after a wife and child. His mind was wandering to, it'd seem, because he leaned to kiss her neck and she was pulled from her thoughts.

Are you? She mused, reaching to swipe her fingers through the dab of syrup, she'd suck them clean as she studied him. She shook her head at him, Don't you know it's dangerous to be so in love with me, Magnus Rhysand? She's teasing, though. Her tone is light, and she snuggled back against him as she said the words.

I suppose I'll have to look after your heart, very carefully. She took a bite of pancake. I cannot wait until we no longer have to hide, she murmured, around her pancake. It was perhaps the only thing she did not like; it reminded her too much of skulking around with a young Francesco, hiding from his mother, pretending she was hiding from her parents.

And then going that step further to hide her relationship with Magnus, from Frankie. It was insane to think back to the fact she had once been leading the prince on, while also madly in love with the man next to her.

Some things never change. And some things do. She loved both men, and would be damned if she gave up either one of them.