"His wife!" Eponine laughs, though there is clear delight at the very idea in her eyes and demeanor. "No, no, he is my boyfriend. I do not know if there is marriage down here." She would love the very idea, but she knows Robb still mourns his wife and child. She was the one that kept the nightmares away from his bed, simply by drinking and holding Robb, fucking him. He was a handsome, good man, and she was proud to say she loved him.

Of course, sweet Eponine tended to fall in love with any man who looked her way and remembered her name, but her connection with Robb was a real one.

"We are certainly together. We have not spent a night apart since his arrival. He is more than good, madame, he is the best. No man has treated me with such kindness and love as my Robb, my King. It was he who had the idea to purchase our tavern, to name it for my brother." She gestures at the painting that served as a centerpiece above the bar. It's the closest to what Gavroche looked like that she could find, and every time she saw it she wished he'd gotten out of the barricade.

But she'll never know how many survived the night.

"I do not know what I would do without him. I love him, so very much." She's smiling at the very thought of the man waiting for her to close up shop.