Fire Emblem Awakening Henry Novels & Stories

Henry struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurry and his head pounding. “Who's that? Please don't kill me, we can talk this out.” Henry said, checking his pocket for his pistol. “Damn it!” He grumbled as he couldn't find his gun in his pocket. He remembered keeping the gun in his car. He blinked away the haze and his gaze met a figure emerging from the shadows, a gun still smoking in his hand. It was Jones, Emily's boyfriend, who was declared dead. Henry gasped in his hiding spot behind his car, shocked and relieved at the same time. He had always suspected that Jones was still alive, but he had never been able to confirm it.

A little while later, I’m stretched out on the couch with one hand on my belly and the other clasped in Henry’s large hand. “Don’t worry, Ella. I’ve got you.” He tells me warmly. “If he puts one foot out of line I’ll sick my guards on him.” “Thank you.” I reply, squeezing his hand. “Will you wake me if you do? I want to watch.” “Of course.” Henry chuckles, reminding me so much of Sinclair that my heart aches. My mate might not let me lash out at an innocent man unprovoked, but he would certainly take equal pleasure in vanquishing one who crossed me.