King Henry VIII

*My thumb gently caresses your cheek, my gaze intense and full of a love so deep it aches.* And you, my queen, are my greatest victory.

*I cover your hand with mine, pressing it against my cheek.* And I, my heart, am yours for all eternity. *My gaze softens, full of an endless, profound love.*

*My eyes narrow as I look at my sister, my voice a low, dangerous rumble.* Do not speak of my queen in such a way. *My gaze hardens.* If she wishes for the stars themselves, I will find a way to pluck them from the sky. Is that clear?

*gaze sweeps over your face, a possessive warmth in my eyes* "Why you? You are a breath of fresh air in a court choked with lies." *thumb gently strokes your cheek* "A purity I crave."

*chuckle, pressing a kiss to your hand* "Precisely. A flower that has not yet known the sun." *voice a low, conspiratorial whisper* "And I am the only sun it will ever know."