The next morning:

Danielle woke to the sound of Henry moving around in the room. She sat up and stretched then smiled at him. He was busy moving all of the luggage into the living room.

"Good morning, Henry." Henry turned and smiled widely. He moved over to her side of the bed and greeted her with a kiss.

"Good morning to you, m'lady. Did you have a good night of sleep?" She nodded and kissed his cheek.

"But I was almost too excited. I cannot wait to go on our honeymoon! When do we leave?"

"As soon as you are up and dressed. I will go get your maid. I have some things to discuss with Father before we leave." He kissed her cheek and then left the room. She got out of bed and wrapped a robe around her, waiting for her maid to come help her with her hair. She smiled to herself as she looked out across the grounds. This was going to be a wonderful honeymoon!

Henry found his Father in the map room, going over some last minute preparations with Captain Laureant.

"Henry, good, you're awake. We have some things to discuss," Francis said seriously.

"Yes, Father, we do." Francis dismissed Captain Laureant who smiled at Henry as he made his exit. As the door closed, Francis walked around the table so he was standing next to Henry.

"I want you to know that I did this solely for the purpose of you and Danielle having a honeymoon."

"Thank you, Father. I appreciate that."

"But, there may be a day or two where you will be called upon to help make some decisions about this treaty and..." Henry held up his hand to silence his Father.

"Father, what I have to discuss with you is that I will not leave my wife under any circumstances during this honeymoon. I'm afraid you will have to do this yourself."

"But Henry, as the Crown Prince you must be there to help develop a bond between Spain and France!"

"Father, I will not! This is my honeymoon and I intend to spend it with my wife!"

"You wouldn't be having this honeymoon if it weren't for me!"

"Would you both stop it?" They both turned, surprised, as Marie entered through the door. "Really, you two grow to be more like children every day. I thought we decided that you would both work out your differences in a calm manner. What is all the shouting about?"

Francis and Henry both looked at her and frowned. They knew she was right. They had made that agreement. Henry stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"It's nothing important, Mother."

"Henry..." Francis said in a warning tone. "We need to discuss this further."

"Father, I am done discussing this matter. We will see you two at the carriages when you are ready." And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving Francis with his jaw dropped. He then turned to his wife and pointed in the director their son had just gone.

"You see, Marie! I try to be nice and give them a honeymoon and I don't even get a compromise! Why do I always have to compromise and he cannot?" He sat down in one of the chairs at the table and folded his arms across his chest. Marie sighed. She knew it would not be a fun carriage ride with him in this type of mood.

"Francis, let's just go. We can discuss this when we arrive it Spain."

"I do not want to go. He and Danielle can go by themselves and deal with Spain if he will not take on his duties as Prince."

"Francis!" His eyes snapped to his wife and he sat up straighter. She had never taken that tone with him. But, he wasn't met with an angry gaze from her eyes. Just the look of someone who was tired and exhausted. "We are going and that is it. You have arranged these plans and we will not back away from them," she said strongly. Francis stood and walked over to her. He looked her straight in the eye and knew she wasn't backing down this morning.

"Fine. But, he needs to go with me, Marie. You know how important this is."

"Maybe, if you ask nicely once he has had a few days to himself, he will agree." Francis sighed.

"We shall see. Is everything ready to go?"

"Yes, m'lord. All that is needed is the King."

He smiled for the first time that morning and offered his arm. She took it gratefully and they walked out of the castle together. The glare that Francis received from Henry was anything but hopeful. He kissed his Mother on the cheek but did not once say a word to Francis. Danielle hugged both the King and Queen and let them know she would try to talk to him during the trip. Marie thanked her as Henry helped his wife into the carriage. He slammed the carriage door shut, causing Francis to tense. Marie put a comforting hand on his arm, causing him to relax a bit. They climbed into their carriage and started off on their journey to Spain.

"Henry, really, it will only be a day or two."

"No, Danielle! I will not leave you by yourself on OUR honeymoon. It is not right." He folded his arms across his chest and sat back against the carriage. She couldn't help but notice he looked quite like his Father in that moment. She simply reached over and took one of his hands, causing him to unfold his arms and look at her with a sigh. She kissed his cheek and rested her head on his shoulder until they were both fast asleep.

In the carriage ahead, it was silent as well. But neither the King nor Queen were sleeping. Marie had tried to talk to Francis, but after having seen the way his son glared at him, Francis did not want to speak of Henry. Marie was looking out the window at the scenery but Francis was looking at her. He sensed her exhaustion, her pain. He knew something was wrong with her. He just didn't know how and when to approach the subject. He reached over and touched her shoulder.

"Yes?" she said, turning to look at him.

"I was just wondering if you were feeling alright?" he asked cautiously. He did not want her to have the wrong reaction to his worry.

"Of course, m'lord. Why do you ask?" She had tried to hide her pain for so long now, but it seemed as if it was catching up with her and beginning to show to others.

He did not know how to say it. "Well...uh, you just...you just seem tired...that's all." He was happy to see that she smiled at him.

"I assure you, Francis, I am fine. Thank you for your concern." She patted his hand and he clasped it in his once again, bringing it to his lips.

"I am concerned about you, Marie." She was confused...he had never said anything like this before...not since she was pregnant with Henry.

"Francis..."

"Marie...you have me worried. For the past two weeks there have been dark circles under your eyes and you have been unsteady on your feet. I feel something is wrong."

"I told you, I'm alright." He gripped her hand tighter and moved closer to her. He put his other hand on her cheek and rubbed it softly.

"Are you sure?" The confusion in her eyes softened as she smiled at him. She liked the way he was acting. He had never acted so concerned for her and the look of love in his eyes gave her hope that their relationship was growing beyond just a love of friendship.

"Yes, I'm sure, m'lord," she said softly. He smiled at her and just as he was about to lean in to kiss her, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The door opened and Francis immediately dropped his hands and glared at the guard who had opened the door.

"What is the problem?!" he shouted. Marie gently touched his hand and did not let go, causing him to calm down.

"I am sorry, Your Majesty, but there is a blockade on the road. It will take some time to remove it." The guard looked terrified. Francis huffed and sat back against the seat. Marie leaned forward.

"Thank you, young man. Just let us know when we will be off again."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you." He closed the carriage door after flashing a grateful smile to the Queen.

"Really, Francis, you did not have to scare the boy. He can't be more than sixteen," she said. Francis looked over at her and frowned.

"I am sorry, Marie. Perhaps it is best if you get some sleep. I will go see what they are planning to do." He kissed her cheek, wanting to really kiss her, but felt it wasn't the right time. He got out of the carriage and immediately, the guard came to order.

"At ease, at ease. What is going on?" Captain Laureant walked over to the King to begin the explanation. Five minutes later, Henry jumped out of his carriage.

"What is going on and why have we stopped?" He saw his father and immediately went to Captain Laureant, not even glancing at Francis. Captain Laureant explained the situation.

"Ah, very well then, I will be in the carriage with my wife...please let us know when we will be departing." The words stung his father and Henry knew it. He turned and got back into the carriage, meeting a very angry looking Danielle.

"What?"

"That was uncalled for, Henry."

"What was?"

"That last comment. You do not have to keep saying it. Father knows I'm your wife."

"Yes, but sometimes he forgets that I need to spend time with you. It is my job to remind him of that."

"Henry, you are being unreasonable."

"Me? Unreasonable? You jest with me, m'lady." She reached over and touched his face.

"I do not jest, m'lord. I simply state what I see. You are not being fair to him, Henry. He seems to be trying. He did allow us this honeymoon."

"So you agree with him?" he asked, anger evident in his voice.

"No, I do not agree. However, I feel you should compromise."

"I shall not."

"Henry..."

"I will hear no more of this, Danielle. That is it!" She sighed. There was no use arguing with him now.