The gardens of the royal castle had always been your favorite place. The pop of color and the breeze flowing through your hair. A cup of tea in hand. It was a peaceful evening.

“Ah there she is, my beautiful fiancé.” Henry chimed, an affectionate smile was automatically placed onto his pale lips. His minty breath tickled your skin as he moved your hair and placed a kiss on your neck.

“What’s a beauty like you spending the evening alone for?” He inquired, his eyes admiring you.