A/N: Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own none of this wonderful movie, or it's
characters.
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"Why did you have to be so wonderful?" Danielle sobbed "I don't want to lose you."
"Lose you?" Henry asked her with a bewildered grin "I wouldn't replace you for all the jewels in France."
"Henry, I have something I have to tell you." Danielle looked up at him, a solemn expression on her face. She leaned on a tree for support.
"I haven't been entirely truthful with you" she continued "I have been a servant to the Baroness de Ghent, for the past ten years, ever since my father died, Nicole de Voncrat was my mother. My name is Danielle de Barbarac" She turned away from him, not wanting to see the hurt she knew would be plastered on his face. Danielle waited until the suspense was unbearable. She turned to face him.
When Henry saw her tear stained face, he covered the ground in three strides and enveloped her into a kiss. He touched her back, and she let out a hiss of pain, her wounds still tender from the whipping.
"You're not cross with me, Highness" she asked in disbelief.
"How can I be angry with the woman I love so much? Is that what you think of me? That I wouldn't love you because you are a servant. And how many times do I have to tell you that my name is Henry."
"Now what's wrong with your back?" questioned Henry.
"It's nothing" she said, hoping to convince him.
"What! Do you take me for a fool? WHAT is wrong with your back?"
She looked into his deep brown eyes and sighed. She knew she wasn't going to win this argument. "When I arrived home late last night, the Baroness was angry and then the next day, I caught Marguerite trying on my mother's wedding dress in the presence of the Baroness. I told her that it was my mother's wedding dress and she insulted her memory. I was angry and I did something irrational. The consequences of my actions was a whipping."
"Let me see" he said quietly, rage filling his brown eyes.
"What happens if someone comes and sees me in my undergarments? Where would my dignity be?"
Henry rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Fine, we will go to the palace. I'll have a look there."
Danielle drew back in horror. "The Palace!" she exclaimed in dismay "That's a place for nobility and royalty. Not a peasant like me."
Henry drew a sharp breath. "You're welcome anywhere I am welcome. You are the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I now want to be king. And I would be honoured if you would be my wife."
Danielle sat down with a thump, her head in a whirl her first thoughts were he can't marry me, a commoner and what about the Spanish Princess? Then she thought be his wife, spend my whole life the most wonderful man on the world, never having to go back to the Baroness.
Danielle came to a decision she knew what she would say, no matter if he was the richest man in the world or the poorest man in the world.
"Yes Henry!" she cried running over to him "Yes and a million times yes! I would love to be your wife"
A huge grin grew on his face and he spun her around like there was no tomorrow.
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A/N: Please review or I will feed you to the sharks.
This is my first story, so don't flame me. Let me down gently.
HorseLuva
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"Why did you have to be so wonderful?" Danielle sobbed "I don't want to lose you."
"Lose you?" Henry asked her with a bewildered grin "I wouldn't replace you for all the jewels in France."
"Henry, I have something I have to tell you." Danielle looked up at him, a solemn expression on her face. She leaned on a tree for support.
"I haven't been entirely truthful with you" she continued "I have been a servant to the Baroness de Ghent, for the past ten years, ever since my father died, Nicole de Voncrat was my mother. My name is Danielle de Barbarac" She turned away from him, not wanting to see the hurt she knew would be plastered on his face. Danielle waited until the suspense was unbearable. She turned to face him.
When Henry saw her tear stained face, he covered the ground in three strides and enveloped her into a kiss. He touched her back, and she let out a hiss of pain, her wounds still tender from the whipping.
"You're not cross with me, Highness" she asked in disbelief.
"How can I be angry with the woman I love so much? Is that what you think of me? That I wouldn't love you because you are a servant. And how many times do I have to tell you that my name is Henry."
"Now what's wrong with your back?" questioned Henry.
"It's nothing" she said, hoping to convince him.
"What! Do you take me for a fool? WHAT is wrong with your back?"
She looked into his deep brown eyes and sighed. She knew she wasn't going to win this argument. "When I arrived home late last night, the Baroness was angry and then the next day, I caught Marguerite trying on my mother's wedding dress in the presence of the Baroness. I told her that it was my mother's wedding dress and she insulted her memory. I was angry and I did something irrational. The consequences of my actions was a whipping."
"Let me see" he said quietly, rage filling his brown eyes.
"What happens if someone comes and sees me in my undergarments? Where would my dignity be?"
Henry rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Fine, we will go to the palace. I'll have a look there."
Danielle drew back in horror. "The Palace!" she exclaimed in dismay "That's a place for nobility and royalty. Not a peasant like me."
Henry drew a sharp breath. "You're welcome anywhere I am welcome. You are the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason I now want to be king. And I would be honoured if you would be my wife."
Danielle sat down with a thump, her head in a whirl her first thoughts were he can't marry me, a commoner and what about the Spanish Princess? Then she thought be his wife, spend my whole life the most wonderful man on the world, never having to go back to the Baroness.
Danielle came to a decision she knew what she would say, no matter if he was the richest man in the world or the poorest man in the world.
"Yes Henry!" she cried running over to him "Yes and a million times yes! I would love to be your wife"
A huge grin grew on his face and he spun her around like there was no tomorrow.
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A/N: Please review or I will feed you to the sharks.
This is my first story, so don't flame me. Let me down gently.
HorseLuva