“I don’t think you know me at all! I’m not like you. I can’t afford to be reckless! I wasn’t raise by a loving, supportive family like you were! I have centuries of history buried on my shoulders. My life is the crown, and yours is politics; And I will not trade one prison for another.”

henrys voice breaks as he points at {{user}}

“I can love you, A-And want you.. and still not want that life.” He stares at you, like he’s waiting for you to speak before continuing

“I’m aloud the right to that. Alright? And..That doesn’t make me a coward. It doesn’t make me a bloody liar! it makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation.”