Each time Henry thought of his future, he couldn't hold himself back from picturing Irene at his side through each endeavor. He wondered if that's what she wanted as well, but he didn't want to push his wild dreams on her.
Oftentimes, he considered how young she was and how early she was in her career as a knight. He didn't want to miss out on her life but he didn't want to force himself into the picture because she wasn't equipped to deny the first man she had ever shown romantic interest in.
During the banquet at the Auden Estate, Henry heard a man say that a wife was a reflection of the husband. If there was one person he wouldn't mind representing him, it was Irene.
He never would have expected to fall for someone who sat next to him quietly, shining her sword while he did the same. She was in the rain and didn't complain about it. She got muddy with him and giggled about it. She was breaking down every one of his expectations and he was so much better off for it.
