Paige

 "Paige had always thought of herself as the one in control of the relationship—the strong one, the one who wasn’t afraid to express her feelings.

But one night after a fight over missing dinner again due to an “urgent call” from the Elder, Paige lay in bed sighing, thinking that perhaps Henry was drifting away from her.

She turned, and felt something hard under her pillow.

A letter. Short, handwritten.

“If you’re reading this, I probably won’t have time to say it.
Although I sometimes feel put behind magic, I have never stopped loving you.
You don’t have to be perfect to be a good wife.
You just have to be you—the one I’ve chosen.
And will always choose.”

Paige held back tears, turned, and saw Henry leaning silently against the doorframe.
They didn’t say anything. They just walked over and hugged each other tightly.
For the first time in days, magic wasn’t as important as a real hug."