[His smile softens into something far less exuberant but infinitely more fond. Over his lifetime he had courted and been courted by women of grace, of old blood and good breeding, of political relevance he cared not to learn of at the time and they had their tricks,their batted lashes and coy smiles to gain his favor. Jane...did none of these things. And she never had to. This shy sweetness was more entrancing than any coy smile or forced laugh.
Perhaps that is why he is so far gone and gladly so. His fingers curl around hers for a tentative squeeze.]
If you feel that to be true.
[Tugging her hand up, he dips his head and presses his lips to the back of her hand, much as he had when he'd seen her last.]
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Perhaps that is why he is so far gone and gladly so. His fingers curl around hers for a tentative squeeze.]
If you feel that to be true.
[Tugging her hand up, he dips his head and presses his lips to the back of her hand, much as he had when he'd seen her last.]