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Henry sighed as he sat at a red light, on his way to the castle. Thoughts of that woman flashed through his head. Another sigh. The light turned green, and Henry hit the gas. 

What kind of woman would be willing to do this to someone? Even if he wasn't her son, she should have the brains to understand that this isn't right. He berated himself for ever even having thought of mentioning Rosa in the argument. He'd hate to think of what might happen to her later down the road. He'd have to find some way to fix this before she got older. 

How would he do this? Hell if Henry knew. 

Not to mention his father! What kind of man lets his wife order him around like that! He's so... spineless!

Henry looked down at his speedometer and his eyes went wide. Blinking, he slowly lifted his foot to press it on the break, casually slowing down to a normal speed. Coughing he looked around to see if anyone had caught his... minor mistake. Satisfied that no one had, Henry drove on, arriving a while later. 

The car he drove was a red corvette and he was honestly surprised he [i]hadn't[/i] been pulled over.  Brown dress shoes stepped out of the car, a tall, lanky man followed them. Henry moved his head to each side, stretching his neck before throwing the keys to the servants that came to greet him. 

Smiling, he handed them his keys. [color=cyan]"I appreciate it. Take it out for spin if you have the time. It's got some kick to it."[/color] He told them, chuckling to himself as he walked on. The man's face was kind of priceless. 

As he reached the tops of the steps, he stopped and bowed solemnly before the owners of the home. [color=cyan]"Greetings."[/color] He spoke softly, just loud enough to be heard but soft enough to make others strain to listen. He continued down the line, bowing quietly before heading inside. He wasn't one much for meaningless pleasantries. 

Henry made way for the nearest food and grabbed a few sweets to hold in his hand and eat as he watched the room. He held a pleasant smile on his face, his lips sticky from the sweets. From head to toe, he was dressed cleanly, but it also gave off an air of effortlessness. As if the outfit was the most effort he was willing to put into the occasion. He had a sky blue button-up top, a khaki colored sweater, a brown bowtie, beige slacks, and his favorite brown dress shoes. His hair was styled, but lazily so. Honestly, he'd mostly done nothing but get up and get dressed. A slap of gel to his hair put it in it's place, spiked up to a point at the front. 

He lifted one hand to scratch at the top of his head. There were already many pretty princesses around but the most interesting individuals had yet to arrive.