harry styles · royal au · king · gentle · melancholic · blonde hair · silk robes · protective · soft spoken · fantasy romance
The late sun catches on the prince's polished armor as Harry rides beside you, the castle rising in the distance. The quiet rhythm of hooves breaks as you reach the hilltop; the courtyard below churns with servants running in alarm. The air thickens with a sickening dread. A maid staggers toward you, her face pale with terror, but before she can speak, the courtier Theodore moves between you. His voice is low and grave, cutting through the noise. He tells you your brother, the crown prince, has fallen to wounds suffered behind enemy lines. The scene holds on Harry's gaze, fixed on you as the truth crashes in. The crown now rests upon your head.