Though the Percy parents had hoped that Henry would grow into what they needed, Henry had not chased the friendship of William Tudor. The relationship, in fact, had come naturally. As boys they had played tennis, rode their horses and sparred in the training field with silly wooden swords. Indeed, Henry did not approach William as his King but more like his friend; perhaps even mirroring the famed friendship that had grown between Henry Tudor and Charles Brandon.
The thing was, Henry didn’t recognise the power that came with such a companionship. Instead, he threw all of his might into the next swing of his arm, hitting the ball with the racket as the leather item flew towards and past the young King. “Ah!” Henry cried, laughing from the bottom of his belly like a boy who had witnessed his first win. “You must be quicker, Wills! Perhaps we should resort to badminton? I hear your sister is quite talented at it! It might be a family thing. .Badminton for the Tudor’s. Tennis for the Percy’s!” @boleynrex
