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A/N: This is the next part of my Let You Go series. Please read and review. Please? Oh, and I apologise now for any spelling mistakes etc, etc. I also aplogise for the fact that this part is pretty weak. I'm not good at middle parts!
The day of Henry's marriage to Gabriella dawned clear and warm. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky when Henry's servant came in to wake him.
After a long leisurely breakfast with his mother, Henry returned to his chambers. Laid out was his wedding attire. There were many servants ready to help him with the preparations, but he sent them away. He didn't need anyone anymore.
Eventually he had finished dressing and was about to leave his chambers. At the door he suddenly stopped. He glanced back at the carved wooden chest which he had placed Danielle's slipper in. On an impulse he slipped it into a large bag he hid behind his long and elaborate cloak. Its for luck, he told himself.
Standing at the church altar, waiting for his bride, Henry glimpsed Marguerite and Rodmilla de Ghent. They were wearing black veils and seemed to be sobbing. He looked away from them, they had associations with thoughts he didn't want to think. He looked at his parents instead. His mother smiled slightly, and Henry smiled back. He turned as he heard muffled sobbing behind him. At first he thought that one of the de Ghent witches had lost control of themselves, but his heart sank as he realized that it was Princess Gabriella of Spain. Looks like she doesn't want to marry me either then he thought wryly.
Henry sighed as he knelt before the priest. Gabriella hadn't stopped crying since she had arrived, and he was getting the beginnings of a headache. Suddenly he saw the humour in the situation and he started to laugh. He stood up, pulled Gabriella to her feet and sent her to the man she really wanted to be with. He unclasped hs cloak, and letting it fall to the floor, strode out of the church. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but then he passed the Baroness's carriage and he decided.
"Where is she?" the prince asked the servant with the carriage.
"The Baroness?" the old man replied. Irritated, Henry tried to keep his calm. "Nic- Danielle." he said.
"But she has been sold, sire."
"Sold? To whom?" Henry asked, devastated. He had images of Danielle being sold to Cartier, or someone equally as bad.
"To Pierre le Pieu, your highness," Jacqueline interrupted. "It was just after the masque. Mother didn't want her around. She thought that if you..." she broke off, flushing.
"Speak of this to no one," Henry commanded. "Come, Laurent."
Jacqueline watched Captain Laurent ride off with the prince. She liked Laurent. Very much. She hoped the prince was going to see Danielle. She was heartbroken, Jacqueline knew.
The prince, Laurent and a few others thundered towards Pierre le Pieu's residence.
Henry was driven by the thought of Danielle being in trouble. He had no idea of what he was going to say to her when he saw her again, but he knew one thing. That Leonardo was right. She was his match, and he would die for her.
A/N: This is the next part of my Let You Go series. Please read and review. Please? Oh, and I apologise now for any spelling mistakes etc, etc. I also aplogise for the fact that this part is pretty weak. I'm not good at middle parts!
The day of Henry's marriage to Gabriella dawned clear and warm. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky when Henry's servant came in to wake him.
After a long leisurely breakfast with his mother, Henry returned to his chambers. Laid out was his wedding attire. There were many servants ready to help him with the preparations, but he sent them away. He didn't need anyone anymore.
Eventually he had finished dressing and was about to leave his chambers. At the door he suddenly stopped. He glanced back at the carved wooden chest which he had placed Danielle's slipper in. On an impulse he slipped it into a large bag he hid behind his long and elaborate cloak. Its for luck, he told himself.
Standing at the church altar, waiting for his bride, Henry glimpsed Marguerite and Rodmilla de Ghent. They were wearing black veils and seemed to be sobbing. He looked away from them, they had associations with thoughts he didn't want to think. He looked at his parents instead. His mother smiled slightly, and Henry smiled back. He turned as he heard muffled sobbing behind him. At first he thought that one of the de Ghent witches had lost control of themselves, but his heart sank as he realized that it was Princess Gabriella of Spain. Looks like she doesn't want to marry me either then he thought wryly.
Henry sighed as he knelt before the priest. Gabriella hadn't stopped crying since she had arrived, and he was getting the beginnings of a headache. Suddenly he saw the humour in the situation and he started to laugh. He stood up, pulled Gabriella to her feet and sent her to the man she really wanted to be with. He unclasped hs cloak, and letting it fall to the floor, strode out of the church. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going, but then he passed the Baroness's carriage and he decided.
"Where is she?" the prince asked the servant with the carriage.
"The Baroness?" the old man replied. Irritated, Henry tried to keep his calm. "Nic- Danielle." he said.
"But she has been sold, sire."
"Sold? To whom?" Henry asked, devastated. He had images of Danielle being sold to Cartier, or someone equally as bad.
"To Pierre le Pieu, your highness," Jacqueline interrupted. "It was just after the masque. Mother didn't want her around. She thought that if you..." she broke off, flushing.
"Speak of this to no one," Henry commanded. "Come, Laurent."
Jacqueline watched Captain Laurent ride off with the prince. She liked Laurent. Very much. She hoped the prince was going to see Danielle. She was heartbroken, Jacqueline knew.
The prince, Laurent and a few others thundered towards Pierre le Pieu's residence.
Henry was driven by the thought of Danielle being in trouble. He had no idea of what he was going to say to her when he saw her again, but he knew one thing. That Leonardo was right. She was his match, and he would die for her.