Charlus was in definite need of a break. Cassandra's vision had been worrying to say the least, and though Emrys had said he didn't need to do much, with all the engagement celebrations being planned...well. It didn't sit right with him not to assist in any way he could.
He had a folder of congratulatory owls tucked under his arm, ones that were either address to both of them, or that he thought Anaïs should particularly see. Smiling as he knocked on the door, he stepped in to his wife-to-be's rooms. It would be a long time before he was tired of calling her that.
"Good afternoon," he murmured, bending to kiss her cheek.