Oh, she couldn't help but laugh softly at that. Yes, he'd married her and she'd married him. And he'd given her beautiful, wise, strong children and a love like she'd hardly ever imagined for herself in her youth by the Sea.

Neither was she going to complain about him playing with her hair. It was soothing and she relaxed a bit more against him. She wouldn't call him 'France' but at least she'd found enough comfort in him for now.

"You did." And she'd never regretted a moment of their marriage, even if more than once they'd been separated and how much it had hurt. "Promise not to leave me again."