*Dimos*
It is late this evening when we arrive in the north. I make my way to a hotel where I secure a room for one Mr. and Mrs. Softpaw. I don't find it odd at all to refer to Henry as my wife. She is wearing gloves, so no one can detect that she doesn't house a ring on her left hand. I will need to remedy that situation before the ball.
Henry has brought a small trunk, and I have a satchel that contains a change of clothes, so I will look my best when meeting with Queen Victoria.
Within our chamber, Henry stands before the low flames on the hearth as though striving to warm herself. "You sound quite natural introducing me as your wife."
I toss my coat onto a chair and begin unbuttoning my shirt. "I thought I should begin practicing. I'll need to be convincing at the ball."
"How will
