I present to you: Emil Andersson as Henry and Maarten Convens as Edward

I must confess: these two have me addicted like dAyum who allowed you to be so hot?

Henry stood in one of the many halls in Windsor Castle, staring at a painting that, after ten years, still hung on the wall, which called such dissatisfaction in him. He had wished for it to be removed once, but George had declined.

The painting portrayed twenty-two year old Edward, beside him thirteen year old Y/N. The painting had been created only two years after their marriage.

Staring at it now filled Henry with distaste. He had always been jealous of Edward, because he had gotten Y/N when it should've been him. He would've fit even better for her, closer to her age than Edward had been.

Henry had been fourteen when Y/N was married to Edward. He had loved Y/N the moment he had laid eyes on her and he had hated his brother with such a burning passion for stealing her away from him.

Henry never understood why Edward had been married to Y/N in the first place. It should've been him.

"I still won't let that painting be taken down," a voice pulled Henry out of his thoughts. Henry did not turn to George when he answered "I cannot understand why."

"What don't you understand? As I recall, there are a lot of things you seem to question, considering your wife," George said, coming to stand beside his brother, the two of them now together looking at the painting.

"Everything. I do not understand why she had been married to Edward first, why she hadn't been promised to me, when clearly I would have been the best choice from the beginning," Henry spoke, anger lacing his voice as he now frowned at the painting.

"Have you ever been told who she had originally been promised to?", George asked, glancing down at his brother, before turning his gaze back to the painting.

Henry looked up at George, something glimmering in his eyes, something close to hope. Maybe Y/N had been promised to him before they changed the plans to Edward. "Who?", Henry asked curiously, a pinch of hope swaying in his voice, the anger completely vanished.

"Me."

Henry froze, staring at his brother in utter shook.

"What?", Henry breathed, every emotion in his eyes fading into anger.

"Y/N had, indeed, been considered for me, but in the end the decision fell to Charlotte. Charlotte is older than Y/N by a couple of years and, at the time being, had been the best option for Queen Consort, rather than some eleven year old girl," George said cooly, not looking down at his brother.

Henry just stared at George for some time, not knowing what to say. He was simply at a loss of words. His oldest brother had been promised Y/N too? Not just Edward? Why not Henry? Was he some sort of last resort if they had no idea of what to do with Y/N?

George glanced down at his brother, taken aback slightly at the wrath he saw in his eyes.

"Would you still choose her if you could?", Henry asked quietly, as if he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible and tried to not explode.

"What do you mean?", George asked, even though he knew very well what his brother meant.

"If you could have chosen back then who you want as your wife, would you have chosen Y/N?", Henry asked. Something in his voice dared George to give the wrong answer.

George stared his at his brother and thought for a moment, before the hint of a devilish smirk ghosted over his lips and he replied "Even if I would've, who would you have been to stop me?"

Henrys eyes widened at the realization that, over all these years in which Y/N had lived in this castle with the Frederick brothers, Henry had been competing for her with them. The King, the Duke of York and Albany and the Duke of Cumberland and Strathearn had all been competing for one woman, and Henry never noticed.

George turned his attention back to the painting at the wall, before he said ever so casually "I never really liked this painting either, there are others that I see to my liking. But it had been Edwards wish to keep this painting up, and we would not want to disrespect the dead, would we?"

Henry said nothing as George then strode past him, aiming for another painting a couple of steps away from the one of Edward and Y/N. When Henry turned his attention to where George now stood, he could not decide whether he liked that more or disliked it.

It was a family painting. Well, family, as in George, Charlotte, Henry, Edward and Y/N. It had been painted in 1771, some while after the marriage of George and Charlotte.

In the painting, George sat in a chair. On the left armrest sat Charlotte. Georges hand laid on her thigh, Charlottes hand covering his. Next to Charlotte stood Henry. On the right armrest sat Y/N and next to her stood Edward, a hand resting on her shoulder, which she had covered with her own.

If you looked closely, one could see how George leaned into the direction of Y/N ever so slightly. It was barely noticeable, but at a close look, one could clearly see it. And it pissed Henry off greatly that, over all these years, he had ceased to notice that.

"She was such a delicate flower. I can understand why Edward was hesitant to break her," George said, the ghost of a smile laying on his lips, as if to taunt Henry. Taunt him with the fact that he was the last choice, that he had broken Y/N into the unrepairable, that he had destroyed the beautiful, delicate flower Y/N had once been.

"And you just had to scare her away," George now said and tutted at Henry, sending him a disapproving glance "Need I remind you of how to treat a lady?"

Before Henry could think, his hand sped up to hit his brother, but before he could even come close to Georges face, George grabbed Henrys wrist in a tight grasp that was sure to break his bones if George added more pressure.

"Careful, brother. I could have you executed for that, you know, for trying to harm your king," George hissed, a wicked grin tucking at the corners of his lips.

Henry glared at George and said "I could care less about what you could do to me. You and Edward treated me like dirt in the past. Now I have the woman I always desired. I won't let you take her away from me."

George chuckled and replied "In the current moment I doubt you have the woman you always desired, since she ran away from you after not even a year of marriage. She ran away with your heir, I might add."

"Whatever, I do not desire an heir, I desire her," Henry hissed.

"And how do you plan on getting her back? I doubt she will return on her own free will this time. Who would voluntarily return to a man like you?", George asked and Henrys glare intensified, so much anger and hatred visible in his eyes that it would have intimidated anyone else.

"I will go after her. And I will get her back on my own."

how did you like this chapter out of Henrys view? was it okay? was it bad? should I do it again if the occasion comes? pls tell me what you think of this.

also congratulations to whoever once predicted George also wanted something from Y/N, you hopefully know who you are (okay part of it was me but yOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)