He smiles down at her, radiant - and in her eyes he can see the stars over alien skies and all the lands and seas he ever wanted to see, and he knows in that moment-

His hand tightens on hers-

"You should be my Queen, you know," he murmurs, and his eyes are far, far away.

Her words are carried on a whisper, a sliver of a smile, the kiss of a teardrop on familiar skin.

"I will be." 

He brings her hand to his lips and presses a kiss there. "I'm so... privileged, to be there to see the Queen you're going to be, you know. I think... I wonder if maybe Someone knew we needed you."

A frown creases her brow.

Surely She couldn't have seen so far ahead... 

Could She have?

Pelor's counsel was that Caragon was not yet ready to take the throne, he was too young and a little too untried. Surely He does not approve of her. She knows that's the truth, at least.

"I don't know. I don't know. But They saw me here with you. And that much is enough."