Philip of Bavaria/Princess Mary Tudor

Philip of Bavaria opened his eyes to see a thin slant of sunlight lying across the sheet. Mary was still asleep, her light brown hair scattered across the pillow, her eyelashes soft against her cheeks. As he watched her chest gently rise and fall, his heart was filled with tenderness for her.

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
When through a sleepy haze I see her lying there
Soft as the rain that falls on summer flowers
Warm as the sunlight shining on her hair

How well he remembered the long-ago day when he'd first seen her. Her loveliness had quite taken his breath away. From that moment on, he'd known that he had to find a way to make her his.

With his heart in his throat he'd approached her.

"May I have this dance?" he'd asked.

She'd smiled and let him lead her onto the dance floor.

"You dance so well," he'd told her.

"Thank you. So do you," she'd said with a smile.

After they'd danced he'd wanted a chance to talk to her some more, so he'd invented a story about an injury to his foot as an excuse to linger. He'd discovered that she wasn't only beautiful but highly intelligent as well. He respected her mind as well as craving her body.

When I awake and see her there so close beside me
I want to take her in my arms
The ache is there so deep inside me

He remembered how nervous he'd felt as he'd prepared to ask her father for her hand in marriage. Fortunately, King Henry VIII had agreed to the match, and he'd married the beautiful princess and brought her back to his native land.

On their wedding night, the bashful virgin he'd expected had turned out to be a bold, eager initiate instead. He'd been very pleasantly surprised at her passion and urgency.

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the morning
Chasing a rainbow in a dream so far away
And when she turns to touch me, I kiss her face so softly
My Mary wakes to love another day

Mary stirred in her sleep, and her eyes fluttered open for just a second, then closed again. She yawned mightily and blinked. Her eyes fell on Philip.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said with a grin.

"Is it morning already?" she asked.

He laughed. "I'm afraid so."

My Mary's there in sunny days or stormy weather
She doesn't care cause right or wrong the love we share
We share together

Her arms reached to go around his neck, and he held her close, inhaling the fresh scent of her hair. She raised her head to kiss his lips, and he brushed the hair back from her face.

"Oh, well," she said.

"It's not so bad, is it?" he asked.

"No, not at all." She smiled, and he smiled back at her.

Nothing's quite as pretty as Mary in the evening
Kissed by the shade of night and starlight in her hair
And as we walk, I hold her close beside me
All our tomorrows for a lifetime we will share