c. nov 1485
(…) they kissed there, on a bench of old stones which probably saw the first plantagenet Kings ruling England. Not in a room full of curious eyes and expensive paintings, or between two doors covered by gold and ebony, or on the front step of a pretentious palace. No. It just happened there on a bench of old stones. And so, with no crown, he kissed her. Or she kissed him —whatever. Her first kiss. Their first kiss.
Natural, logical, agreable, and oddly evident.
just a quick fluffy Henry Tudor / Elizabeth of York doodle :P on deviantart