Anne pulled the blankets up a bit more. To keep him warm, to keep him safe. As if she could protect him better this way. Anne pressed her forehead against the side of his head.

"You needn't thank me, my love," Anne smiled into his hair. The smell of salt and sand didn't bother her in the slightest.

It reminded her of England, not that she missed it. No, she didn't miss England, there was too much good here - Anne was overwhelmed with happiness here.

"I will always be here. I will always be beside you. For as long as you will have me."