She still didn't know all of the details of Henry's life before he'd met her, but she did know one thing; whenever he decided to be social and went to any sort of party, he'd always been alone except for the occasional friend who decided to tag along. No dates.
Now, as his companion for the evening, she realized just how much of a rare opportunity this was.
Nearly every woman in the banquet hall – whether single or not – glared icily at her from where she was attached by the arm to Henry, who of course was quietly oblivious to the vast amount of female attention he was getting.
She didn't feel intimidated by the stares; on the contrary, she felt a tad bit smug, meeting their darkened eyes with a lifted chin of her own. 'Back off,' she thought, 'He's mine.'
Henry, bless him, eventually seemed to sense the animosity and steered her outside after a while of mingling and silent challenging, probably afraid an argument – or worse, a fight – would break out if they remained any longer.
"I'm fine," she assured him readily as they trailed through the gardens behind the banquet hall, "Nothing was wrong, I could have handled them."
He rolled his eyes – not in doubt or mockery, but in exasperation. "Perhaps so, but I forgive me if I wanted at least one dance tonight without being gawked at by your admirers."
She blinked at him, stunned beyond words for a moment.
Admirers? Her?
"My admirers?" she asked faintly for clarification.
She hadn't noticed any of the men staring at her; she'd been too bust warding off the feeble competition.
"Indeed. It seems some of the foolish boys here share my choice in lovely blondes that put every star in the sky to shame," Henry muttered, sounding frustrated and annoyed.
She blushed lightly. He was always doing that – comparing her to stars in the sky – even though she certainly didn't feel like she lived up to his praises.
"Well," she said, "Most of the foolish girls share my choice in tall, dark, handsome men who truly are out of this world."
He raised an eyebrow at her choice of words, but she just grinned and leaned up to capture his mouth in a kiss.
All of those other boys and girls could look around for another playmate.
Henry was hers, after all, and she was his.
A/N: Part 2 of 2. Did you like?
~Persephone