I Believe My Heart
The lifetime before we met
has faded away
how did I live a moment without you?
You don't have to speak at all
I know what you'd say
and I know every secret about you
I believe my heart
it believes in you
it's teling me
that what I see
is completely true
I believe my heart
how can it be wrong?
it says that what I feel for you
I will feel my whole life long
- I Believe My Heart, Woman in White
Months had gone by since Emma told of her betrayal. Winter melting into the early dawn of spring, Emma’s stomach swelled as the child within her grew, and finally, after so long Henry was able to place his faith in his love again.
So many had doubted them. So many had thought they would never survive, and for a while they had been almost correct. The road had been long and rough… but they had made it. Against all odds, Emma and Henry had overcome, now as in love with one another as they had ever been, perhaps even closer after it was realized how incredibly close they had come to loosing one another for good.
For the second time, Henry proposed to his love, the woman he was convinced he would spend the rest of eternity with. If they could survive past the trials so far, they could live through marriage with ease.
Early March, and already the weather was beginning to warm a bit. Originally the pair had intended to wed in the spring, take their honeymoon in Paris, but for the sake of their child (for Henry, with great effort, was forcing himself to think of the child as his, for he would be its father) they had decided to be wed before the end of Emma’s fifth month along. People were beginning to talk, noticing now through the petticoats and corsets that Emma possessed a rather pregnant belly, swollen more than the average pregnant woman might by the fifth month, but still causing the pair little worry. Emma’s dress had been altered, wedding arrangements made before rumor could spread too quickly and harm the pair’s reputation seriously.
It was to be a smallish ceremony by London’s standards, only close friends invited and Poole being told to turn away anyone without an invitation. Londoners had a nasty habit of sneaking into events were they were not welcomed, and the last thing either Henry or Emma wanted was for someone such as Simon Stride to make an appearance and ruin what was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives.
And truly what a happy day it was! Henry had not seen Emma all day, locked away in his room with John and Lanyon, his best men (for he certainly could not be expected to choose one!) calming his nerves. He paced about nervously, John finding Henry’s nerves to be rather amusing, evidently, as Lanyon teased Henry would wear out the carpet.
Finally it came time for Henry to be taken to the church where the services were to be held. Upon arriving at the massive building, he could have died when told he had to wait again in one of the back rooms while they waited for Emma. When she arrived though he was ushered out before he could catch a glimpse of his bride, as was tradition, after all, and was able to take his place at the front of the church with Lanyon and John behind him, the priest to his right and a church full of the couple’s friends and loved ones to his left.
All that was needed now was the bride.
has faded away
how did I live a moment without you?
You don't have to speak at all
I know what you'd say
and I know every secret about you
I believe my heart
it believes in you
it's teling me
that what I see
is completely true
I believe my heart
how can it be wrong?
it says that what I feel for you
I will feel my whole life long
- I Believe My Heart, Woman in White
Months had gone by since Emma told of her betrayal. Winter melting into the early dawn of spring, Emma’s stomach swelled as the child within her grew, and finally, after so long Henry was able to place his faith in his love again.
So many had doubted them. So many had thought they would never survive, and for a while they had been almost correct. The road had been long and rough… but they had made it. Against all odds, Emma and Henry had overcome, now as in love with one another as they had ever been, perhaps even closer after it was realized how incredibly close they had come to loosing one another for good.
For the second time, Henry proposed to his love, the woman he was convinced he would spend the rest of eternity with. If they could survive past the trials so far, they could live through marriage with ease.
Early March, and already the weather was beginning to warm a bit. Originally the pair had intended to wed in the spring, take their honeymoon in Paris, but for the sake of their child (for Henry, with great effort, was forcing himself to think of the child as his, for he would be its father) they had decided to be wed before the end of Emma’s fifth month along. People were beginning to talk, noticing now through the petticoats and corsets that Emma possessed a rather pregnant belly, swollen more than the average pregnant woman might by the fifth month, but still causing the pair little worry. Emma’s dress had been altered, wedding arrangements made before rumor could spread too quickly and harm the pair’s reputation seriously.
It was to be a smallish ceremony by London’s standards, only close friends invited and Poole being told to turn away anyone without an invitation. Londoners had a nasty habit of sneaking into events were they were not welcomed, and the last thing either Henry or Emma wanted was for someone such as Simon Stride to make an appearance and ruin what was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives.
And truly what a happy day it was! Henry had not seen Emma all day, locked away in his room with John and Lanyon, his best men (for he certainly could not be expected to choose one!) calming his nerves. He paced about nervously, John finding Henry’s nerves to be rather amusing, evidently, as Lanyon teased Henry would wear out the carpet.
Finally it came time for Henry to be taken to the church where the services were to be held. Upon arriving at the massive building, he could have died when told he had to wait again in one of the back rooms while they waited for Emma. When she arrived though he was ushered out before he could catch a glimpse of his bride, as was tradition, after all, and was able to take his place at the front of the church with Lanyon and John behind him, the priest to his right and a church full of the couple’s friends and loved ones to his left.
All that was needed now was the bride.