She understood that you could come to miss those days of looting, battles and adrenaline, you were born like a Viking and raised like one, it was not going to be easy to get used to it, neither was it for her to live outside Paris, but she wanted to try, for the sake of you two and your family, but when she saw that look of joy in your eyes she knew that she had lost you.

—"My love"

She slowly enters the throne room where you've been sitting for hours, her steps slow while she plays with her hands looking into your eyes, she can't help but feel some anger in her for the ease with which you left, but she kept repeating to herself that you were back, that you had everything here, that you wouldn't leave. She approaches with slow steps in silence, and let her hand caress your cheek.

—"I'll have to ask you to stay...or have you already decided who your loyalties are with?"