Henry Knivert's nursery

After striking out with Margaret yet again, I walked to little Harry's room and watched him sleep, so peacefully. He reminded me of how lucky I was to have him and Charlotte in my life.

She hurried to the nursery to see her son; Henry was the bright spot of every day. She saw her husband there and froze, not expecting him there. She walked in slowly, smiling to see how much he adored their child. "I didn't know you were here.." she said, her own voice almost unfamiliar to her ears. She remembered the rumors circulating at court and only hoped they weren't true, this man still had her heart pounding with one look, and always would.