Not in love, but never unfaithful

Piano chords drifted through the house, a beautiful melodic piece being played. Green eyes brightened as the chords got quicker, the owner of the eyes stopping to turn towards the sound.

"He really is amazing at the piano." Walking to the room a smile broke out on the woman's face as she watched the figure bent over the piano, nimble fingers flying over the ivory producing the melodic noise.

"You're amazing Roderich."

Turning to her the man smiled softly, his face full of love. Instantly guilt pooled in her stomach as she smiled back. She knew that look shouldn't be directed at her. It just shouldn't. He loved her, that much was obvious. And she loved him as well, but not in the way he felt about her. The secret she had carried for many years, and would always carry silently was enough to devastate him, she knew that. But it did nothing to stop it. She was in love with his enemy. She was deeply in love with Gilbert Beilschmidt. It had started when they were children, she thought there was something wrong with her, a boy liking another boy. But when she realized she was a girl, it was all okay. But then they drifted apart as they got older and she began to realize she felt less and less attracted to him. Until he came back into her life.  She had been injured by Sadiq, and he found her in the bushes helping to patch her up. She remembered his blush and awkward movements as he walked away throwing curses at her. It all went downhill from there.

Shortly after she married Roderich, and had to forget her feelings for Gilbert, but she never could. She knew it made her a horrible wife, but she loved Gilbert so much more than she could ever love her husband, and she could say nothing about it. When she lay with him, she had to concentrate to call his name and not that of the man she truly wished to be with.

Roderich frowned, he could see by her face something was off.

"Are you alright Elizaveta?" He asked, reaching out a hand to gently touch her cheek.
"I'm fine Roderich." Smiling she leaned forward, kissing his cheek, shoving all thoughts of the Prussian aside. She was married to Roderich, and she was going to stay loyal to him. Her thoughts may stray, but she would never. She could learn to love him. She had to, for his sake.