Smiling, Henry took in the sight of Anne clad half in something entirely modern and simple, half in clothes from their previous era. It was amusing, but he was much more taken by Anne's beauty. No wonder he had been so enamoured and well-on obsessed with the young woman. She was petite, dark-haired and soft-- some of his most favorite traits.
"Please," he told Anne, "call me Henry. I know it will take some getting used to, but royalty means very little in these days. May I come in?"
He stepped closer to Anne, nearly pressing himself to her. "How wonderful to finally meet you."