“And I want to take you home” Charles whispered, so the people standing behind them shouldn’t hear what they said to each other. He opened his hand to her hand and threaded his fingers into hers. He really wanted to be able to take her home, to let her return back home to England with him. He didn’t say what he thought, that it was impossible, both of them knew that all too well.
“He’s very old. He wont live long, and once he’s dead, you’ll be able to return” He knew that wasn’t any comfort, so why did he say it? Charles felt himself at a loss of words. He couldn’t know what the Princess wanted to hear “You’ll be a very powerful Queen”