Antonin hadn't made a return trip to Cornwall. Either he had given up his mad idea that she was somehow tucked away in her former love's home or he was too busy dealing with the affairs of the regime. She got the impression it was the latter. Any time her husband set his mind to something, it was damn near impossible to get him to change. It could be frustrating and exhausting. He likely was biding his time before dropping in again. She wished that he would stop searching for her. It was a foolish wish that would never come true. Until she was discovered, he would follow her to the ends of the earth.