Thomas followed Elizabeth into her room, seeing her so frustrated was so new to him, but he'd already decided that it was his obligation to lift her spirits.

Elizabeth was sat on her bed, knees tucked up to her chest. She gave a half smile to Thomas as he came and sat next to her.

"Are you alright, my love?" Thomas asked quietly, putting an arm around his love.

She snuggled closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Why, even in death, am I...haunted by what happened to me when I was alive? I just want peace, but..." she stopped for a moment, raising her head and looking at her boyfriend "...now I find out that the man who killed me benefited from my death. And I can't do a bloody thing."

Thomas frowned. This is exactly how he had felt when he found out about his cousin's betrayal. "My darling, I know what you're going through. When I found out about Francis and what he did to me, I felt lost, betrayed, but most of all, helpless. You don't deserve this Lizzy. And the fact that this beast of a man still walks free is truly appalling."

Elizabeth managed a small smile, oh how she adored this man. "Thank you Tom. I guess it just makes me angry that someone so horrid is still in the public eye. Everything that actually happened on the night of my death has never been uncovered, and everyone on Earth thinks I killed myself. It's just so...overwhelming."

Thomas moved himself to face Elizabeth, cupping her face with his hands. "Take all the time you need, Lizzy. I understand that you're going through something unthinkable. Just remember, I'll always be here for you, whenever you need me my sweet." He leaned down and kissed her on the nose.

Elizabeth giggled at the kiss, pulling him closer to her and pressing their lips together. She placed one hand on the side of Thomas's face and another in his tightly curled hair.

"How do you feel about pet names, Tom?" She asked as she broke the kiss.

Thomas gazed into her eyes, admiring their warmth. "Darling, anything that you deem as suitable I will gladly accept" he grinned.

Elizabeth smiled widely. "Because, I'd like to call you cariad. It's Welsh, it means sweetheart."

Thomas felt his heart quicken, it was wonderful. "Yes, oh my darling I love it. Please call me that."

Elizabeth was pleased that he liked it. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I will, Cariad."

They held each other for a while. Eventually laying down on the bed. Thomas ran a hand through Elizabeth's hair, holding her close. He had never been more at peace than he was now.

Elizabeth too felt calm. Her lover had successfully done what he'd promised himself he'd do. She snuggled her face into the crook of his neck, letting her drowsiness overtake her.

Thomas noticed this, and smiled contently. "Sleep well, my love."