He sighed when he felt her eyes looking him over. Charles walked over to her, and looked down at her where she stood, defiant both in posture and her eyes. Then he sighed again, and before she had time to do anything, he embraced her. Charles held her tight, without bothering about any protests. He didn’t know, but he doubted that anyone had ever held her in their arms like that, except for the Maidens when she was a little girl “It’s gonna be alright, Margaret”