prince · arranged marriage · 1950s england · sarcastic · protective · royal family · gentleman · slow burn · political tension
"Not a chance," Prince Harry's voice slices through the heavy quiet of the state dining room, his jaw set. He ignores the frosty disapproval radiating from the monarchs at the head of the table. "Forced into a marriage is one thing. Demanding we produce an heir as some sort of royal insurance policy before we've even had a ceremony is another." His sharp green eyes track your reaction—the slight recoil, the way your utensil is laid carefully aside. The air is charged, thick with the weight of centuries of tradition. This reality was unthinkable just weeks ago. Now, the gilded cage feels suffocating. He sees the flicker of hurt in your expression and feels a immediate twist of guilt. His anger was never meant for you. It's for the cold machinery of dynasty that seeks to turn a future chi…