Victoria walked into the room looking around with a grimace of distaste before she motions to the movers to start bringing things in, they brought in four trunks and half a dozen bags. She smiled as they left before she started to unpack three hours later everything was unpacked. She fell back on the bed with a happy sigh thinking about what she should do next deciding on just hanging around till Francis turned up along with Louis and Catherine. She hummed to herself and she stood deciding to have a shower while she waited, she hated feeling unclean and packing was always sweaty business. She hopped into the shower washing quickly before dressing in one of her usual dresses looking like one of the ones she used to wear when she was still with her family. 

She grabbed her sword and went through her paces before sitting and doing some meditation, she wasn't very  good at sitting still but mediation helped.

Francis

Francis walked into the room with a small inward sigh. He hated it at the camp. Always had and probably always would. He couldn't understand Elliot's sudden fascination with it but he knew they had to follow him, Tasmine had told them as much. Though he sometimes figured she just liked to see them out of their comfort zone and this was far from his. He looked around the room to see his wife meditating and could resist the urge to surprise her. He crept quietly up behind her and lent over her to kiss her firmly. He couldn't help but notice the dress was similar to one he had first seen her in and wondered if she ever regretted their decisions back then for any reason. It was something he had never really thought to ask her.

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Victoria Tudor

"Hi." She said with a smile opening her eyes and looking at him, she unfolded herself standing and wrapping her arms around him giving him another kiss. "So tell me how do you like the room? I know it's much smaller than our proper room but I think I did okay with the decorating what do you think?" She asked, moving away and taking a seat on the bed leaning back on her arms watching him. She knew that he didn't like camp like she didn't but she was hoping that it made it feel more like home for at least as long as they were here.

She looked around again with a critical eye wondering if he would in fact like it, she hoped he did sometimes she forgot that sometimes he didn't like how she decorated and being at camp may make that worse she bit her lip as she watched him.

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Francis

It was after the kiss broke that he looked around the room. Their style could often differ and as always there was things in the room that he didn't like. Though he couldn't deny that it looked like home and in a place that was so far from it, it was strangely comforting. His gaze returned to her and he moved to lay down on the bed, beside where she was sitting. "It looks like home", he replied to her, deciding that for once it was better to leave things be. They both hated the place after all and didn't need any further tension between them. Plus it wasn't as though he had lied.

“I’m so glad.” Victoria tells him lying next to him before snuggling close resting her head on his chest. “I love you.” She says, happy that he didn’t hate the room but she was already wishing that they could be back home in their own bed but she knew that they had to stay at camp for the time being but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. She absently drew shapes on his chest. “How much longer do you think we have to stay in this place?” She asked, hoping that either Apollo or Eliot had told Francis an exact date so she could start counting down the days till they went back to their home.