Nothing could replace her for him. France, the Nation, tried - hard. But even the heart of the nation was showing signs of the ache in his heart. Now, though, perhaps that would change and Paris would heal and regain it's former beauty and glory.

Her leaning against him like that had him pause and he slipped an arm back around her. "Perhaps tomorrow would be better," he murmured. "Tonight we can stay here. Rest. And in the morning before too many are out, I can show you other things."