"Perhaps it is at that," Reinette agreed. "Life. But at the very least we can take something of it with us."

And she meant that. It was a part of her now. The hectic days and frantic pace and demanding life of court. Reinette had no doubt her life would not been a long one. Illness had dogged her heels since she was removed from her convent school at the age of seven. But make no mistake, it would be a full one.

She was often exhausted. But there was no doubt she was alive.

Jack laughed. And she smiled.

It was as simple as that. There was no calculation or though behind it, only pure reaction. Privately she reveled in it as her smile grew by degrees.

"I shall take that as the compliment I know you intended it to be."

Reinette pulled back, though just barely as she extended a hand.

"Come, Jack. I think it is time for bed."