[ His Majesty? If Eurydice didn't know better, she'd think Antonio was joking. (Tomorrow morning, she'll know that he wasn't, but that his plan was impossible anyway, as these things tend to be.)

Tonight, though, she's just happy to be happy, and to let herself dream a little. Eurydice leans against Antonio's shoulder again, a happy, wistful expression on her face. ]

And you could come visit too, whenever you wanted. It'd be quieter than Court, and I'm sure the sky is huge, in the country -- you could compose all you wanted, without having to worry about the people at Court stabbing you in the back.