Henry Tudor (tudor_king) wrote in tudorcourt, @ 2009-10-20 17:43:00 |
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She had to be the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen. More beautiful then at her first wedding when she was still only a child. England was blessed to have such a women ready for their throne and Harry was pleased to be the lucky man that waited at the alter for her and ultimately would sit beside her on coronation day -- only a few short weeks away.
Not a dime had been spared on the banquet following the wedding; exotic foods were prepared, similar to things from back in Spain -- trying to appease the future queen, it had been a long time since he had been properly cared for and he wouldn't waste time in making up for it. Wine followed by the barrel, food was brought out by the platter and song and dance never ceased in the ballroom of Placentia -- formally known as the Bella Court. Harry was happy. He was beyond happy and it was evident in how he carried himself. All the pressure carried from the moment that he heard of his brother's death seemed to be eased -- he had a woman at his side that would provide everything a good wife should ... and more. He sat at the center table with a hand rested upward facing on the arm-rest, her much daintier hand inside his palm, fingers interlaced to hold her to him. "Are you happy," he asked leaning closer -- a smile ever present.