After the boys were done getting ready, they went with Victoria to the guest room she was always given in Greenmor Palace to retrieve Henry. It was a shame, Victoria thought, that on holidays Henry had to join her. With him along, she could not get one on one time with Prince Ewan. Henry, in his youth, had been in good shape. Over the years, he had let himself go. His stomach had grown larger, since he decided to drink more and hunt less. Henry opened the door when he heard them arrive and frowned looking at his youngest son.<br/><br/>"George? What happened your ear?"<br/><br/>Henry asked, in shock, upon seeing how red it was. George covered his ear with his hand automatically. He looked up at his father and then looked at Victoria a moment. She gave him a look and he replied, looking down at the floor.<br/><br/>"Nothing, Father...I..."<br/><br/>"You know he is always an active boy, dear husband. He must have hit his head on something. Right?"<br/><br/>Victoria replied and George nodded his head in agreement. Rebecca and David didn't dare to correct her. Henry accepted the answer. He learned many years ago to never argue with his wife. Fighting with Victoria was always a losing battle. He grabbed the present that they were to present to the king and queen. Victoria also grabbed a smaller gift that was just for the queen. Rebecca, David, and George fell into line behind their parents as they headed to the Great Hall. The family waited their turn and Henry presented the case of wine to King Theodore and his queen.<br/><br/>"My family and I present you, your majesties, with bottles of the finest wines in New Haven. May we be able to toast today and many more holidays to come this year in grand style."<br/><br/>'And replace all the wine you drank during the Christmas festivities,' Victoria thought. Drinking had become one of Henry's favorite pass times as he got older. She handed a smaller present to Queen Beatrice. It was a bottle of tonic that some midwives claimed would help with the conceiving of children. Victoria, herself, had never had a problem conceiving children. She was the mother of seven after all. Her oldest was twenty seven and her youngest was seven. Queen Beatrice had been failing to provide her husband with an heir. Now, given Victoria's secret plans with King Theodore's uncle, there being no royal baby was a good thing. Of course, she also couldn't resist taking a dig at the young queen's lack of carrying out her wifely duties, either. After all, if a couple failed to have a baby, it was the woman's fault.<br/><br/>Victoria told her.<br/><br/>"A special present for you, my queen. May this tonic help you along with making sure the palace hears the pitter patter of little feet this year."