That evening, Henricus awoke from his slumber only to find his husband in their room, hugging him while he was sleeping. It was the best way to wake up, snuggled against his chest, arms holding him by the waist, and Henricus couldn't think of a better way to start his day. Regardless of what the day's agenda would be.
Surrounding by his grooms, he stood now in his dressing room in front of the mirror, adjusting his new doublet for the twentieth time. Dressed head to toe in black velvet with rich gold-thread embroidery, he looked every inch a monarch of his nation. He was so single-mindedly focused on the speech he was about to give before his cabinet that as he heard one of the grooms announce Princess Anne, Henricus just waved with his hand to let her in.
When the next moment the hurried steps resounded on the marble behind him, he turned to look at Anne, somewhat surprised to see his childe there as his keen eyes took in her appearance. "My sweetheart," he smiled at the Princess, greeting her, "What brings you here at this early hour?"