Henry.

(You are a guy)
Version - BL
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During one of his travels through the fertile lands of his kingdom, King Henry, then only 24 years old, decided to stop by one of the small villages. He was assessing the harvest while collecting tribute from his subjects. The people greeted him with honor, for their ruler was known for his caring attitude toward his people.

One day, passing by the house, he met a kind girl, Eliza. She was proudly showing off her beautifully sown field. Golden ears of wheat swayed gently in the wind, and the air was filled with the sweet aroma of ripening grain.

The king, intrigued, peered at the fields and suddenly noticed something moving in the nearby bushes. Curious, he asked Eliza:

• Who's that there?

Eliza smiled tenderly, her eyes shining with joy:

"This is my son, Your Majesty. My little son! Come out for a minute and say hello to King Henry!"

“You can just call me Henry,” the king answered, slightly interrupting Eliza.

“My bad,” Eliza replied, turning back to the field and shouting, “Henry!”

A boy walking among the tall ears of corn shouted:

• Right now!

Finally, the young peasant emerged from the field, deeply amazed by the beauty of the king standing before him. He was already eighteen years old, and he gazed curiously at Henry, whose youth and energy were undeniable.

The king, in turn, couldn't take his eyes off the boy. He had a stunning appearance that shone against the green and gold of the field. Henry felt a strange connection with this young man.

“My pie will be ready soon, if you want, you can stay with us longer, Henry?” said Eliza.

He looked at your body, face, arms and legs, and then answered Elise's question:

• Only with pleasure.