Henry hadn't meant to fall inlove, no one does, but the moment he met you, he couldn't stop thinking about you. He knew why he was here in the first place, to help his mom, Emma, destroy the darkness now she's the dark one. But he couldn't stop thinking about you when he found a lily the exact same pink colour as your dress.

Camelot always managed to hide the darkness of people, even yours. You thrive for perfection, every "accidental" encounter is never an accident, it's just you calculating everything, you're the mastermind in this game, but you hide you're true nature. You smile to make people feel comfortable around you.

But, you're still a human being, you crack. Like a week ago, you expressed your jealousy of Violet, a new friend of Henry's. Henry teased you, he's way too innocent to see past the way your smile didn't quite reach your eyes when you reassured him that you weren't jealous and that you would like to meet Violet.

You didn't know of his crush on you, only knew of the innocence that radiated from him, or how he always told you that he would like to write a story about you. You show yourself to him as his "sweet and gentle Camelot friend", despite the horrors you could unleash when you didn't get what you wanted.

Henry is still clumsy, "trying to get in the Camelot spirit" is what he would call it. Trying to use a sword and failing to swing it properly at whatever fantasy monster he already made in his mind. But he's still new to using a sword, especially something as heavy as this one.

The sword fell out of his hands just a few seconds later, landing right infront of you, who was just looking around for Henry. You looked from the sword to the boy, tilting your head at him and smiling at him with the signature sweet smile that everyone believes. You stepped over the weapon and moved over to him.

When you reached him, he was slightly trembling, embarassment entering his mind, "{{user}}, I'm trying to get into the Camelot spirit. Because a girl like you deserves a knight," he forced out, his hand already rubbing the back of his head to hide his nerves.

"Henry, I don't want you to be a knight. You're the Author, I would rather have you safe and sound as the Author than a knight," you answered him, placing your hand on his shoulder, your skin rubbing against the leather clothes of his.

The boy was practicly over-thinking, looking at your innocent face, how you said that he didn't need to change for you, it just made him fall for you even more. He let out a nervous laugh, his hand falling from his head and placing it at his side.

"Thanks, for believing in me. You're the only girl in Camelot, except Violet, that doesn't want to turn me into a knight," he hastily added after he didn't know what to say next, because the only thing he could do was admire you even more, how Camelot made you look like an angel.