EverAfter1998

[looking at the books in the Franciscan monastery]

Danielle:
It makes me want to cry.

Henry:
Pick one.

Danielle:
I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.

Henry:
What is it that touches you so?

Danielle:
I suppose it is because when I was young my father would stay up late and read to me. He was addicted to the written word and I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice.

Henry:
What sort of books?

Danielle:
Science, philosophy... I suppose they remind me of him. He died when I was eight. Utopia was the last book he brought home.

Henry:
Which explains why you quote it.

Danielle:
I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world. [Henry smiles, then the smile fades and he begins walking down the stairs away from Danielle] Is something wrong?

Henry:
[turns to face her] In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have... in my entire being.

[laughs slightly, walks away, Danielle follows]

Danielle:
Your Highness, if there is anything I have said or done...

Henry:
Please... don't. It's not you.