On instinct she tilts her face more into his touch. It's all too familiar and soothing. She loves his touch, the feeling of his fingers against her face.

His words gave her comfort, gave her strength. That he wanted her as his Queen...she wasn't worthy.

But suddenly she couldn't wait to start planning the ceremony.

"You honor me, my love," she smiled, brushing her lips against his again. "I shall make you proud, that is a promise."