HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry stood to the back of the crowd. Somewhere around, his family was also attending but, he had chosen to stay back. He looked up at his Queen where she stood at her podium and addressed the crowd. His thick brows furrowed in concentration but, occasionally, he glanced around at the other people around to see who was all there. When he finally noticed, off to his left, Sam, he raised his brows. But he didn't move towards him until Wessex was done officially speaking.
Reaching the ascended's side, Henry shuffled in beside him and gave him a small nudge with his elbow. "Sam," he says quietly, a greeting. He gave the other man a small nod. Before he could comment much on the choices presented, a familiar voice rang through the crowd. It was Belril, the boy he'd met in the fields. He had an interesting take on things but, Henry found himself leaning more towards one option. In order to keep the Hollowed Grounds and its residents, many of which Henry favored, safe, security was probably going to be the biggest priority in the coming months.
Glancing over at Sam, he discreetly looked up and down the man's face. He was visibly stressed out. At least, to Henry, he was. This was all serious news for him since he didn't delve much in regional politics or religious disputes over what was right or what was wrong. "Don't worry, I'm sure the people are going to do what they can to protect this place," he murmured to Sam, his voice a soft rumble, "and everyone in it."
His decision was not made lightly but, he remained quiet in the matter of concerns or questions. He was interested in what the outcome would be, though he was glad to help where he could no matter what it was.
Reaching the ascended's side, Henry shuffled in beside him and gave him a small nudge with his elbow. "Sam," he says quietly, a greeting. He gave the other man a small nod. Before he could comment much on the choices presented, a familiar voice rang through the crowd. It was Belril, the boy he'd met in the fields. He had an interesting take on things but, Henry found himself leaning more towards one option. In order to keep the Hollowed Grounds and its residents, many of which Henry favored, safe, security was probably going to be the biggest priority in the coming months.
Glancing over at Sam, he discreetly looked up and down the man's face. He was visibly stressed out. At least, to Henry, he was. This was all serious news for him since he didn't delve much in regional politics or religious disputes over what was right or what was wrong. "Don't worry, I'm sure the people are going to do what they can to protect this place," he murmured to Sam, his voice a soft rumble, "and everyone in it."
His decision was not made lightly but, he remained quiet in the matter of concerns or questions. He was interested in what the outcome would be, though he was glad to help where he could no matter what it was.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
