Henry’s P.O.V
The trumpets were blaring this is how I knew my future wife, my queen had arrived. It had been months of preparation for her arrival into the castle. So much of my life depended on her, and our relationship. Everything had to be perfect. Being the future king of France I required a queen to rule with. My parents had picked a girl called Grace who was the rightful heir to Ireland. Being the a king means sacrifice, as I have no right to decide who I belong to and who I surround myself with. I like the rest of my family will marry not for love but for power and to resolve conflict between countries. Which means I must always do what is best for my country.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. As soon as I mustered enough courage up I opened the castle doors and advanced. My father and mother at my side as I marched up toward Grace. I stopped in my tracks there standing before me was probably the most beautiful girl in all of the world. She had dark brown hair set in a elegant updo, green piercing eyes, and a warm smile. I took her hand as she did a curtsy.
“Hello.” Grace said plainly. She had a sense of comfort about her that I felt at home.
“Nice to finally meet you m’lady.” I bowed and held my breath afraid to do anything to displease her.
Grace took my arm and we headed for the castle after the proper introduction. There was to be a coming home party for Grace tonight at dusk. I couldn’t wait to go to the party and show my fiance off to the loyals who doubted how beautiful she was.
“Here is your room m’lady.” I offered.
“Oh please just call me Grace. “ She smiled and fought back a giggle. I couldn’t help but want to spend more time with her and get to know her. All I knew was she was a stunning 18 year old from Ireland. My parents knew hers and that’s how this came to be, I couldn’t help myself to think that if we were normal. If we were peasants would our paths would have ever crossed?
“The banquet will be at dusk Grace I’ll be looking forward to seeing you there.”
“Sounds wonderful thank you.” She replied.
Grace’s P.O.V
When I entered my room it was breathtaking. Much larger than my old room. It had silk bedding, a four poster canopy, windows with lavish curtains, and a huge closet filled with clothes oddly my size. I picked one up and instantly fell in love. It was a lace dress imported from England, red with white ruffles all at the back and beading on the bodice. I set it on my new bed and I knew it was perfect for tonight’s occasion. I took off my old gown and took a long look at myself in the mirror. I had on only my undergarments and my hair was a mess. I decided to take it down and that’s when I heard footsteps near the door and someone entered abruptly. I made a quick attempt to cover myself with a sheet from the stranger in my doorway. The man in my doorway was mysteriously handsome. He had beautiful blue eyes and signs of stubble on his face. He was literally tall, dark, and handsome, and somehow even in my undergarments I couldn’t bring myself to stop looking at him.
“Hello love.” He finally said after our awkward silence.
“Hi, uh do you mind?” I said unsure what to say.
He promptly closed the door and I heard a mumbled “sorry”.
“Just give me a minute!” I replied because I knew he was outside my door waiting.
