Rain beat down on Henry's head as he rode his horse back through the gates of his castle.  The guards stood at attention, despite the deluge and he saluted them as he passed.  The courtyard was less of a muddy mess than the road leading to the castle, as it was paved with cobblestones.  He hefted himself off of his horse and lead it to the stables, where a stable boy took over.<br/><br/>Entering the hall, he removed his soggy great cloak to reveal a muscular frame, clad in a find green doublet and tights.  He had a weathered face with a long, straight nose and pensive lips.  His eyes were hazel and his hair a light brown main, currently plastered to his head.<br/><br/>He strode to the front of the hall and spoke to a stooped figure of a man with white short cropped white hair.  "What ho Chamberlain.  Have you any news of my bride to be's arrival?"  Already the hall was prepared for a feast, with the banners freshly beaten and bowls and tankards placed out.  They had expected the wedding party some six hours hence, and Henry had ridden out to scout the roads himself, hoping to spot the approaching party.<br/><br/>It was not that he wished to marry again.  His beloved still resided in his memories and his heart.  It was necessary though, for the good of his estate and the well being of his people.  The enemy was growing more bold and he needed an ally.