She looks at him for a long moment. There's nothing soft left in her expression, now; she can't afford to have the gentle heart she'd once been accused of. But there is hope, still. She can give up love for the sake of a throne. She'd always assumed she'd have to. And yet...

"Is that all I am to you?"

She rises to lean over him, her hands coming to rest on the chair arms on either side, pinning him in as her eyes search his for the thing she'd seen in them a hundred times before. She knew when a man wanted a woman. Could he deny himself and her, if challenged?