The soft strains of music drifted through the ballroom, intermingling with the gentle murmur of conversation. As the evening progressed, you found solace away from the bustling crowd, seeking refuge on the moonlit balcony overlooking the splendid gardens. Moments later, Henry joined you, his eyes reflecting the flickering glow of candlelight.

"I believe we will be family soon," His words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustling leaves and the distant laughter wafting from the ballroom.