This is the first in a series of stories about how Henry and Danielle spend their lives together.

Only very mild spoilers for the film.

Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. It all belongs to Andy Tennant etc. and as much as I wish I could claim Prince Henry as my own, we all know that Danielle is his soul mate.

Thanks to everybody at Sir Kevin's Ever After Forum, who first read this story and made me want to carry on writing.

Traitor's Vengeance - Part One

"Good morning Your Highness," Henry whispered as Danielle's eyes fluttered open. Danielle smiled. She was unaccustomed to such polite wake up calls. Rodmilla hitting her with a broom, or Marguerite's shrill tones were more usual. This seemed strange, but was much more pleasant. "We should be going to breakfast now."

"Do we have to go now?" Danielle pleaded. "Couldn't we stay here for a bit longer?"

"Why what do you have in mind my angel?" he asked slyly, moving in towards her. "I suppose for the right proposition I could be forced to put Mother and Father off."

"Your mother and father. They expect us for breakfast?" Danielle now sounded worried. "When Milord?"

"They usually like to eat about now, but they can wait." He tried to kiss her, but she quickly jumped out of bed.

"Why did you allow me to sleep so late. What will your parents think of me? How will I ever win their trust if on my first day in the family I let them down?" She pulled on her robe and tried to dash across the room, but Henry stopped her.

"You don't need to worry about what they will think. They love you already. You were able to catch my fathers heart faster than mine." He pulled her close to him. This had an incredibly calming effect on her. He had used it many times the day before, their wedding day. A day he could never forget.

"I have to go and dress Milord," Danielle said freeing herself from his embrace. "But I shall be back soon," and with that she seductively walked out of the room, making Henry remember exactly what was walking away from him.

Before she made it to the dressing room, Henry caught up with her and grabbed her hand, making her turn around to face him. He began to kiss her passionately, obviously not willing to let her go just yet. She wanted to move as she didn't want to disappoint her new parents, but she couldn't. Henry had the power in one kiss to stop her from thinking.

"We don't have time for this," Danielle pleaded. But henry was not listening to her. He wasn't interested in what was expected. He was only interested in what was happening here and now. In the exquisitely beautiful woman that he held in his arms, who he loved more than anything in the entire universe. He too was beginning to lose the power to think rationally.

All of Danielle's apprehensions were freely flowing from her mind. She no longer cared about what she was supposed to be doing. She allowed Henry to lift her up and carry her back to their bed, continuing to kiss him fervently.

Henry placed her down on the bed as if she were a holy vessel, too rare and cherished to bring to Earth. He kissed her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever held in his arms, and at that moment she felt like that. She felt like the only thing happening in the entire world was what was going on in that room.

As Henry made love to her, she didn't want to believe that anything else existed. Not France, the palace, not even the bed. There was no Prince and Princess of France. There was just Henry and Danielle. Two people who had become one spirit.