"All these years and you still smell the same," he sighed. "Is this a dream? You’re so beautiful—I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you. How much I miss you...I should have been better to you from the start. I won’t say I’m sorry because it would be a lie, but I can promise you that I’ll uphold my vows to you. You need never doubt me now, Hermione. I’m a slave to your happiness. I’ll be the proper husband you always deserved. Come rule me. Shape our lives as you see fit. Come back to our realm, where our people have been asking for you. They adore you still. Turn them out of the manor, or keep them—the choice is yours."