"Anne, my dear bride, I…" Henry began to say, however, a fragile finger stopped him from saying another word. The mischievous glint of a pair of golden eyes shined with the sunrays and Henry smiled at the beautiful girl seating in his legs. Even if he was happy and a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, he was certain that this little girl was scheming something, and was anxious about something, if not the many fruit tarts on the table wouldn't be able to reach a record number. 'Should I stop her from eating that much? Will she be hurt?'
"You don't need to say anything, my dear," Anne said in a small whisper and with a bright smile on her face, "I believe in you."
Then, as her usual flirty nature and her shameless ways to distract innocent souls, she leaned forward and kissed his right cheek. The happiness that invaded Henry's heart was much more than the helplessness growing in his mind. However…
