Disclaimer: I do not own Reign, but I so wish that I did.
AN: Taking a break from schoolwork (just completed my final chemistry assignment, oy what a trial) so I thought I'd make us all happy with some fanfiction. Enjoy the read!
Henry was raving drunk from the wine that had flowed at the dinner that night. He'd taken her by the wrist and hauled her to her room where they'd fallen into bed. He gave her some sloppy kisses after they had taken care of their clothes, said her name into her neck a few times and promptly fell asleep. Catherine, halfway buried beneath Henry's body, sighed. Henry never touched her when he was sober. Not that she would mind if he did, but this behavior was just so odd. Wouldn't he be more prone to Diane in his inebriated state? He probably just picked her because she was there.
Shifting a bit to get more comfortable, Catherine was able to get Henry to lie on his back. With their legs still entangled, she pulled the sheets up and over them. He always preferred to have a blanket or two in winter, not that he'd say that aloud. Settling further into the pillows, Catherine snuggled into Henry's side. It wasn't often that her husband shared her bed, but it was nice having him beside her. She really did feel rather lonely at night sometimes. She had too many rooms to herself. Catherine sighed and looked up at her husband's sleeping face. She missed the days when they were deeply in love with each other. The days when he'd whisk her away straight after her dressing to a picnic breakfast by the lake. The balls when he wanted to take her on the first turn around the room because he wanted to, not because he was obligated to. The nights when they'd stay up talking in the seat at her window and falling asleep together, their heads leaning against one another. What happened to us, Henry?
It was a while later when Henry woke from his drunken stupor. With a hazy head and a distinct wine taste in his mouth, he was even more confused when he realized his chest was damp. Looking down, he dazedly recognized the copper curls against him as Catherine's. Apparently, she had fallen asleep crying. How extremely uncomfortable. Now, he was conflicted. Should he stay or should he go? He didn't know why she had cried, but would it help if he was there in the morning or would it only make everything worse? He couldn't remember the last time he had spent a whole night with his wife in her bed. They'd fallen out quite a while ago, and as such only really came together for the children and the country. It was a far walk to his room, and he didn't know where his clothes were. Shrugging mentally, Henry cradled Catherine a little closer to him. She stirred at his disruption, but only settled more firmly against him. They may not like each other anymore, but that didn't meant he didn't care about her.
AN: This was a piece I did earlier on in the show. I guess you could fit it in somewhere in the framework of the show if you wanted? Or it could be a couple of years before the show happens, whichever you like. I just like the idea of Henry going to Catherine when he has his guard down.