Mary wouldn’t have recognised her Harry. She liked to hold his hand, she liked to help him understand how much she adored him. How his breath on her made her the most beautiful woman in the world. Those strong arms that tightly held her, wrapped her up as close as can be. He comforted her and his laughter ran around her head when times were tough, when she was sad. He was tender and true. He gave her everything. He dissolved her tears with kiss upon kiss. She dissolved in his loving embrace.