It was hard to say what they would do going forward. They had no position in either city. Neither of them were rulers anymore, only people with strong ideals and convictions. They could make a difference eventually, but it wasn't something they had to factor in just yet. There were no followers to account for aside from family.

He reached for her, cupping her cheek with his weathered hand. Dark eyes gazed down at her, as adoring and amazed as that night on the ship. He still couldn't believe that she was here or the full force of emotions. She consumed him in a way no one had before. His heart beat harder as he pressed his brow to hers.

"That's what I want." This cottage would be the first place they owned. It wasn't a birthright, it wasn't seized by an army. It was forged with their own hands. They could be themselves, away from crowns and kings. It was where she could be his and he could be hers freely.

"We could have a life here."