"I know you do," Anne smiled, leaning in slowly, softly pressing her lips to his temple before leaning back again. "It's what makes you a good king."

Her hand found itself at his chest, applying no pressure, simply regulating his heart rate to see how he was doing thus far. He seemed to be recovering quickly - that was a good sign.

"You should rest, it's not every day you come back from the dead, after all," Anne gave a little laugh. "Shall I leave you so you can have some peace?"