"Darling, there's more scars on you now…" Elizabeth commented as she traced her fingers painted with dark red nail polish across Charles' chest.0

Charles grabbed Elizabeth's hand in his. "It doesn't matter how many wounds there are if they can be healed over time. It's the ones that won't heal that are troublesome."0

"And your left arm…" A look of heartache surfaced on Elizabeth's visage as her gaze landed on Charles' new prosthetic limb. He seemed to have endured countless hardships in the past three years that they didn't meet.0

"It's alright," Charles assured Elizabeth as he flexed his new arm to display its might. "And these prosthetics are more functional than the limbs we are born with. You should inquire if they have something similar for your eye."0

Elizabeth gently shook her head and lifted the eye patch over her left eye. Beneath her long...0