AN: So this is kind of a random little fic that bit me while I was trying to get back to sleep. But whatever. It's basically what Henry went through when Danielle's identity was revealed to him, why he sent her away.
I saw her and my heart leapt with joy. I rushed away from my parents, to my beloved Contess du LoungCra. I took her toward my parents, inquiring delightedly, making certain that she was not engaged to any man. I was in rapture, I did not see that she was trying to stop me, that she did not wish to come before all these people. And then that witch stepped out of the crowd. She stepped forward, with her cruel leering Contess du LoungCra was not who she claimed to be. The witch named her Danielle, and called her naught but a face, and accusational finger, aimed at my Contess. And then she proceeded to proclaim, that the servant girl. And when I turned to my tearful darling, surely weeping because of the dreadful untruth of these claims? and I asked her if it was true… when she said that, "I am who she says." my heart broke, I am certain, into a thousand pieces.
And then it truly began, for the shards of my heart assembled into an army, with a brave commander, dressed all in blood red and pure white. But my mind sent out an army of its own, and a cruel commander, wearing black, and a tan the colour of parchment. And even to this day I remember seeing them clearly, with my inner eye, for it had seemed as though time froze while the armies assembled, and for the battle after.
For then, inside of me, an army of white and an army of black clashed against one another, mind and heart battling each other for rule. And as the armies fought their commanders argued, and it seemed, as one commander won the disagreement, so did his army succeed in the battle. So I focused my attentions upon the commanders.
"He loves her! And she him! Is that not reason enough?" The commander of the heart cried out and the mind spoke harshly back, sounding like cold truth at its finest.
"No! He is the prince! He has a duty to his country to wed to advantage!"
"But it is love; they are destined for each other!"
"Not is he is to do what is right, what his father tells him to do!" The hearts argument began to sound weak, desperate, like a man losing his last hope.
"But what of love? True love..." And then the cruel mind scoffed, and the black army seemed at once to demolish the white, and then they rushed upon the commanders, and beat down the commander of the heart, and bound him up and away, to some prison.
And then I came back to my senses, time returned. I released myself of Danielle - for I knew who she was now, a deceiver, a liar – away from me. I replied harshly to her pleas. I said whatever I could to hurt her most, to get her away from me. I couldn't bear to look at her anymore, she was the reason my heart, my soul, felt so dead. I couldn't handle it. I would marry the princess of Spain.
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