While it had been Marguerite's charisma that had initially captured his attention and had caused him to seek a meeting with her after a performance, it was her passion and love of life that truly captured his heart. They could spend many long hours talking about so many topics. He truly had fallen in love with her in so many ways. They both fed into each other's passion and the fire that burned within them both. And unlike some people of his station, Percy had married for love. He hadn't married because he was "supposed" to have a wife or because he was forced to marry. No, he chose to marry the woman who had captured his heart and his soul and gave his heart reason to beat within his chest. Marguerite was also intelligent, and he enjoyed that about her. It also greatly helped matters that they had similar senses of humor, so that just helped them mesh together even better.
The differences between them did not matter to him. Her being French and his being English. Their classes. Their backgrounds. None of it mattered. All that mattered was that they loved each other, and everyone else be damned. As long as he had Marguerite by his side, he knew he could find his place within this world. It may take him a while to actually find it, but he would get there. He would find that niche in this war and do what he could to help.
"Do they now? And just what type of maid were you playing, my dear?" He raised an eyebrow at her, smirking. It was a pertinent question, really. The personality of her characters was rather important in this matter. "No, it would not have. Unless the family you worked for actually enjoyed such things. But I daresay that is rather a rare thing. Besides, I prefer you as you are, not having to take care of a household in that way."
Percy's smirk widened and he returned the kiss, slipping his arms around Marguerite's back. "Oh it is so, my dear. I would have it no other way." He chuckled, keeping her close to him and kissing her lips again.