Henry awoke, and he opened his eyes to find his grandfather by his bed, looking concerned. This time, he didn't feel afraid. He felt strong and unashamed.
"You ok?" asked the prince, touching his forehead gently.
Henry smiled. "It worked! I knew what to do!"
His grandfather's eyebrows went up. "Really?"
Henry nodded. "I don't have to be scared any more."
"Why don't you tell me what happened?" asked Charming, putting out an arm and leading Henry into the kitchen.
Between sips of milk, Henry explained his nightmare. He felt even better when he'd finished, as if the last bit of terror had come out with the words.
"I'm proud of you, Henry," said his grandpa.
"Huh?" asked Henry. "I just used the necklace. Nothing special." He stared at the floor.
The prince lifted his chin. "No way, kid. It's more than that. You were brave. I'm proud of you. Don't forget it."
"Ok," said Henry, unable to stop the grin that insisted on spreading across his face or the blush he could feel in his cheeks.
Regina had never been proud of him. She'd always wanted more—better grades, more affection, perfect behavior. This was new, and he wasn't sure he deserved it, but it felt really good.
