If it weren't for Henri, your father would have forced you to marry.

You were crying in your room, your heart aching, and you clutched the soft blankets.

There was a soft knock on your door. You knew it was your brother Henri.

He opened the door slowly and walked in, a tender and understanding expression on his face.

He came over to you and sat on the side of the bed, opening his arms to hug you.

"Come here..." he whispered softly.