She squeezed his hand gently, staying close to him; enjoying his solid frame against her, the hammering of his heart and the matching heave of his chest with hers. "I love you, too...Ludwig...always will I love you..."
She dreamt about their wedding announcement that night. Lord only knew why such a memory reappeared in her dream; the party was filled with fake friends and joy, faux congratulations for Arthur to have found a husband for his sister. She stood as far from everyone as she could, a stunning sight you would no sooner mistake for an intricate statue. She would look out at the party goers every once in a while, eyes sad as she watched them laugh and eat and drink. Sometimes, she would see her new husband, a tall and handsome foreigner, standing away from everyone as well. He looked terrifying; a heavy scowl on his face as he watched everyone. She would look away from him every time. She was so scared of him then.