“Very well,” Henri murmured, relief and loss mingling in his voice. “Then that is what is meant to be. For now.” He took both of Sybil’s hands. “My darling, we have the chance to do it right, do you see? We were meant to choose our own fate, without the meddling hand of tradition, or chance, or family.” He flashed a ghost of a smile. “And we should not be ashamed of that."