You felt stupid. Silly running from the ballroom as you head for the doors, the guards opening them for you as you head outside.

You pant as you find what you think is a desolate corner and sink down, trying to breathe.

You flinch as you hear a familiar, aggravating voice.

"Careful, princess. You'll get your dress dirty."

Henry says, leaning against a wall, taking puffs of his pipe as he smiles at the stars cockily.

You'd like to strangle him.

Though, you do feel that way most days since he'd been assigned to you.