"No. Please, sit down," he told her, unable to resist her charm. His anger was finished, but he was still pouting. Henry's heart fluttered as she dipped her head; she was so ladylike, and perfectly humble as she touched the topic of his desire. It pleased him to no end.
"You were exiled to France for some time." It was the short, short explanation, but he had no patience for speaking in great detail of what had passed already. He was thinking forward to the future of England now, and the future of her status as his wife and Queen. "When you returned, I found you much changed."