Finding Jane (Closed to Jane Seymour)
Ever since he had been aged up, Henry had been...uneasy. He remembered everything, remembered the misery he felt, the pain, the sadness, the loneliness.
And how very much he missed Jane.
But now, here, she was right here with him, alive, and with their son as well. He had the chance to make everything right. To be happy. To have the love he had always so desperately wanted.
But now...
He stood out the door to their room, practically pacing.
He would have to talk to her about it, and he was not used to opening himself up to such things. People did what he said, gave him what he wanted, and he was not used to sharing his heart with anyone. Only...he found he wanted to with her. And it was frightening.
Finally, he pushed the door open a little harder than he meant to, and called out her name.
"Jane! Come at once."
And how very much he missed Jane.
But now, here, she was right here with him, alive, and with their son as well. He had the chance to make everything right. To be happy. To have the love he had always so desperately wanted.
But now...
He stood out the door to their room, practically pacing.
He would have to talk to her about it, and he was not used to opening himself up to such things. People did what he said, gave him what he wanted, and he was not used to sharing his heart with anyone. Only...he found he wanted to with her. And it was frightening.
Finally, he pushed the door open a little harder than he meant to, and called out her name.
"Jane! Come at once."