Henry awoke just after sunrise, a small amount of light filtering through the window in his room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, all of last night seeming to replay in his head. Arthur being kissed, Zara upset, Sadie asking him to go on a ride with her, dancing with the princess, finding the skinny girl drowning in the pond, but none were so important as his encounter with Lady Elena as they nearly danced together. He almost wondered if that part was just a dream, but it was too vivid. Watching her gracefully step down the stairs in her flowing gown, losing her in the crowd in his search for her, finding her twirling all alone, the pink blush on her fair cheeks, him holding out his hand for her to take, her pulling back at the last moment. It was the best, yet most painful memory of the night, one he didn't want to forget. He got out of his bed and bathed before he threw on a very thin, loose fitting shirt that scooped nearly to his knees, there being a slight and long oval of missing fabric so one could see the middle of his chest just slightly. Underneath it, he wore black pants that he stuffed into black leather boots. To keep the shirt from hanging so much, he had a tan belt with a golden oval buckle that clipped shut over his shirt, completing his look. He ruffled his hair and was out the door, very much remembering his promise to Sadie and intending to find her.
(( Gah, I'll strive for a shorter post next time. This is embarrassing.. ))

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