Neither could she, really. Perhaps on arriving in this place. Knowing how short their time together could be. Where once all she'd wanted was to marry him properly, have the King return, and take Locksley Manor back as their own, now she knew she should have simply been grateful for those moments in the forest. Now that she knew, she'd compliment him whenever possible. Say she loved him whenever she could. And find reasons to run her fingers through his soft hair.
She noticed that moment when his eyes closed, when a look of pure peace crossed his face. She smiled to herself, purposely allowing her fingers to linger longer in certain places. The nape of his neck, the back of his head, just behind his ears. Sometimes he could take pleasure in the most simple things. She'd do anything to help that along. If she could do anything to help this man relax, she would. Heaven knew no one deserved it the way he did.