Alright, since it's been so long, let's get another chapter up for you... on the same day! My gosh, imagine that!

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The carriage ride to the carriage was quiet. Not because they had a lack of anything to say to each other, but because both seemed intent on kissing each other, making it difficult to carry on a sensible conversation. Danielle's hands were kept busy, keeping Henry's hands from getting too carried away. Even as the door to the carriage was pulled open for them, Henry still held onto Danielle as they stepped out, giving a nod to the driver, wasting no time in leading his new wife inside. Danielle laughed softly, having to increase her pace to keep up. "Henry, slow down, the room isn't going anywhere..." She assured him.

Seeing this, Henry did stop, but only long enough to lift Danielle effortlessly into his arms. "I will simply have to carry you." He decided, grinning down at her. This causes her to roll her eyes, but her arms did go about him, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

"Henry, if you have this much energy throughout our marriage, I am pleased to say you very well may be able to keep up with me. Even exhaust me." Danielle muttered, pleased enough, it would seem.

"Danielle, I have never felt more alive than I do right now. To call you my own, such a simply gesture, yet it has changed everything!" He exclaimed. It seemed like no time at all before he reached his room - their room. "Now, darling, would you be so kind as to open the door for me? It would seem my hands are full at the moment."

Danielle laughed softly. "Oh, yes, such a burden, aren't I?"

Once she had opened the door, Henry carried her inside, nodding his head towards a dress that hung on the screen in his room. "My father bought it for you to wear at the ball tonight..."

Danielle gasped, squirming until Henry let her down. "Henry, the dress is gorgeous. It must have... I mean... why would I not wear this one?" Henry glanced around slowly.

"We have a good many hours before we must make our appearance at the ball, my love. I think my father knew better than either of us how we could come to spend those hours. I think he realized that the dress you wore to the wedding, would not stay on long once we reached this room. I suppose in his mind, it was just as easy to give you a new dress to put on, than to try and find the current one after...." Henry trailed off, seeming to have lost some confidence in his planned actions.

Danielle then took it upon herself to return that confidence to him, turning back. "Henry, I will only ask that you take your time in removing me of the dress. I should like to have it as a keepsake, and would be heartbroken to see it ripped, even in the slightest."

Her words obtained the desired result, a smile back on Henry's lips. Those lips soon traveled down to kiss her own gently. "I love you, Danielle..."

"And I you, Henry..." Her fingers were slowly undoing the buttons that held his shirt together. His own hands followed her lead, the back of her dress being opened slowly.

"I have dreamed of this moment..." Henry began, but a finger on his lips stopped him. Danielle smiled gently. "Enough talking, Henry. We've done more than enough of this. Now, there is no need for words."

Taking the hint, once again, Henry nodded. He returned to kissing her, soon leading her back to lay gently on the bed. Both smiling, neither worried about the hour.

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And it was there they stayed until a quiet knock was heard on the door. Lifting his head slowly, Henry rubbed his eyes from the sleep that had overcome them. Watching the door, he did not register what the sound meant until it was heard again. "Yes?" He called, though as quietly as he could. Looking down, Danielle's arm was across him, hand resting on his shoulder while her head was supported by his other. Kissing the top of her head lightly, her rubbed her back as she yawned.

"Your Majesties, I do not mean to disturb, but the King has asked that I tell you both it is time to prepare for the ball. It will commence within the hour..." A voice as timid as the knock responded.

Danielle smiled sleepily at this. "Thank you... we'll be out shortly."

"Carry on..." Henry added. After a moment, he smirked. "Do you think she's gone? She's so quiet I doubt we'd hear the footsteps..."

Danielle rolled her eyes, smacking him playfully. "You've probably frightened her before with you almighty attitude."

Henry put on a look of mock severity. "If you do not cease in this abuse I shall be forced to get you your own room..." He threatened.

Danielle laughed in response, moving to stand up. "I'll believe that when the sun rises in the west."

Henry followed her out of the bed, walking for his armoire. "Very well, believe what you will..." While they both busied themselves with dressing, he hummed quietly.

"Henry, you'll have to do the back of this up for me... I cannot understand the ties..." Danielle spoke up after the dress was on.

Henry did not hesitate to assist her, though once that was finished, he lifted her hair gently. "The curls surround your face, but I do not think it proper for you to leave it all down." He commented.

Danielle nodded. Within seconds, she had pulled part of it up, motioning for one of the clips he had removed earlier that now lay on the floor, dismissed. Putting it into her hand, Henry watched as she soon had a style placed in her hair that took many other royals at least half of a hour to do.

"It seems we are both ready..." He explained to her. Danielle raised a brow, quickly dealing with his hair, making it presentable once again.

"Now, we are ready."