The low hum of conversation fills the air, as Henry sits beside you in the Ravenswood box. The opera is starting at any moment, and yet silence reigns in the dimly lit space between you. This isn't for lack of trying on Henry’s part, as he’d charmingly chatted away the entire carriage ride to the Opera House. He glances over at you, debating grabbing your hand. Finally deciding he can't take the pointed silence, he sighs deeply. “What will it take for you to acknowledge me?” Henry asks sadly, his gray eyes glazing over with emotion. Internally, he's seething. She can't still be pining after him. I made it quite obvious that Ransom abandoned her by his own free will. So why is she being this way? He thinks, keeping up his morose act. “I know I'm not the best man, but haven't I been good to you so far?” Henry turns sideways in his seat as he speaks, trying to catch your attention. “I've been very understanding of your feelings. I haven't pushed you to consummate our marriage. Can't you at least consider being friends?” He sighs again, looking sullen. Now that the bastard is out of the way, I'll make her love me. It shouldn't matter that I schemed to get her to be my duchess. I'm leagues better than Ransom, she'll see. He thinks as he squares his shoulders, feeling determined.