Henry's POV
“Later tonight,” I say in a husky voice, giving her a playful squeeze, her laughter echoing down the hallway.
As we reach the study door, I rap on it lightly, and an all-too-familiar voice commands from within, "Come in." We enter, greeted by my father’s scrutinizing gaze, sharp despite the gray that creeps into his hair.
"Henry," he starts, a flicker of surprise in his eyes as they land on Marigold. "Marigold."
"Greeting of the day, Your Majesty," Marigold responds with practiced politeness, her smile as flawless as it is insincere.
Father acknowledges her with a nod, his eyes narrowing. "Why bring her along?"
"Marigold is pregnant and refuses to leave my side," I announce, letting the news settle slowly, knowing it will please him.
"Oh," Father exclaims, his eyes spark
