A/N: Hey, guys. So this is my second story on . I'm not sure what inspired it. I just felt like a little dose of Henry and Violet, I guess. They're so cute together! Anyways, I do not own Once Upon a Time, and there are some lines in here that are solely property of the show: a.k.a the dialogue. This is just my take on Henry's thoughts on the moment he met Violet. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW:) I am a new writer and would love feedback.

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The first thing he thought when he saw her was that she was bored.

Although, Henry could not quite imagine why. Granted, he had been in Camelot for less than a day, but he was not at all used to the grandeur. And there was certainly plenty of that. The music was loud and joyous; the costumes and atmosphere lighthearted and celebratory. And the food. Just thinking of it made his mouth water…

But in Henry's mind, the best thing about this place were the citizens of Camelot. They all seemed so happy, and they were so comfortable with their emotions, as if they never had to undergo any sort of ordeal in this kingdom.

Ha, thought Henry. I could get used to that. The things that go on in Storybrooke…

Arthur certainly had built a beautiful kingdom. His people had utmost faith in him, and it wasn't hard for Henry to see why. After all he had been through, he off all people knew how much one should appreciate a good leader; someone who ensured constant peace in all of their lives.

But apparently, not everyone knew that. At first, he was amused with the girl's obvious expressions of boredom. Now, however, Henry was a little annoyed. Not angry annoyed, but just enough to be a little curious.

"Well, you could just walk over there and introduce yourself."

Henry turned around, surprised. There, his grandfather stood, apparently reading right into his inner thoughts. But David couldn't be serious. It was not that easy…

"That's your strategy, Gramps? Introduce yourself?"

Honestly, if he wanted bad relationship advice, he would have just gone to Regina. After all, her boyfriend was having a baby with her psychotic sister…

Not that Henry was even remotely interested in a relationship, that is. He was just curious.

"Think about it. You're from another land; you're mysterious, intriguing!" David grabbed two glasses of drinks and handed them to him. "Use it."

Henry spent a second contemplating whether or not he should actually go up to her. This was ridiculous! He was only going to be in Camelot long enough to find Merlin and free his mom from the darkness. He didn't have time for a relationship.

Yet the next thing he knew, his legs were carrying the rest of him towards the girl and the sound of the music was drowned out by both his beating heart and his grandfather's laughter.

Well, he was interested in her- interested in why she looked like she would rather be watching paint dry, at least. But what could he say to her?

Yeah, so I was just wondering why you seemed as though you don't enjoy or appreciate the really good thing you have going for you here. I mean, it's not like other places face war and conflict every day or anything. By the way, here's a drink.

"You, uh, looked thirsty."

Much better.

The girl looked down and then laughed at him. Not in a degrading way, but as if she was embarrassed. Weird. It was almost kind of cute.

Wait, what?

"You mean bored," she scoffed. "Thanks."

No kidding. "You mean, you're not having fun?"

"Please, we have one of these practically every night in Camelot."

Well, Henry still failed to see how that could possibly affect the fun of it all. Balls, dancing, lavish food; he could see himself here.

Well, I mean, I technically am a prince. Although I wouldn't have even been born if my mom hadn't been sent away… so yeah, never mind.

Nevertheless, Henry was not about to allow himself to be seen as some sort of five-year old who got all excited and giddy about parties. He quickly excused himself.

"Uh, yeah, it's pretty lame.

What was happening? Why was he still so tongue-tied? He had gotten what he wanted from her; he had a legitimate reason as to why she looked so different than any other person at this party now. Although, he was not exactly sure that that was the only reason why she stood out to him…

He was interested in her; no doubt about that now. She stood out to him, and if anything that David said was true, then he stood out to her too.

Mysterious outsider… I should prove that.

Henry looked around, slightly nervous. He understood that he technically shouldn't be taking out anything from the "modern" world that he was from, but how else was he supposed to seem mysterious? In all of his so-called advice (which, by the way, had just led him to this awkward situation), David hadn't explained the hard part.

Way to go, Gramps.

Well, here goes. Henry took out his music player and anticipated her reaction.

"What is that?"

She sounded curious: good. Operation… Operation What's-Her-Name was officially underway.

"Just a gift from-"

Somehow telling her that "it was a present from my mom," lost the appeal that he was going for. But what was he going to say? One good thing about being one of the youngest members of a huge family was that he quickly learned from other people's mistakes.

Number one: never start a relationship based on lies. He saw how well that turned out for his parents. And Rumpelstiltskin.

"-from the savior," he finished.

There. Infinitely more impressive.

And apparently, it was. The girl looked impressed. She laughed, and stared at him in disbelief for a second before asking, "A gift from the savior? Really?"

Score one for Henry. "More like a token of appreciation. For saving the day when everyone was trapped in an alternate universe."

Hey, if he was going to brag, might as well go big or go home.

"Yeah, I did that."

She laughed again, and his heart began to beat faster. He thought that it was one of the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. "How heroic," she said. Then she inquired, "Are you a knight?"

For a moment, his heart sagged. As quickly as it had risen when she had called him heroic, he was now faced with a new problem. Camelot was surely into knighthood and chivalry; all the things associated with manliness. What if she thought he was a pansy when she found out he had never even picked up a sword before?

"Better," he said, hoping with all his heart that it would work. "I'm a writer."

She smiled, and right then, he knew that this moment; the moment they met, would not be their last interaction. Slightly hesitantly, he gave her one of the earbuds and played the song.

She giggled again at the sound of it. For a moment, he feared that she thought he was immature or below him in some way. Did she not like it?

But then she smiled again, and Henry knew that everything was right. This song never failed. He had references, of course, from his parents; he knew that this moment right here was the beginning of a beautiful… something, at least.

"I'm Violet."

Henry suddenly looked up at the sudden interruption. Good, she was still with him, smiling, and showing no intention of leaving.

"I'm Henry."

He looked forward to seeing Violet again. Violet. Pretty name, which was fitting, if you asked him. He smiled as they continued to listen to the song. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Or if I'm lucky, Henry thought, something more.

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