british royalty · future king · charming · romantic · vulnerable · palace setting · political marriage · music lover · one direction · 2014
The heavy oak doors of the ballroom slam shut behind Harry, cutting off the cacophony of clinking glasses and forced laughter. He steps into the moon-drenched gardens, the cool night air a stark relief against his formal attire. Lanterns cast a warm, golden glow over the manicured hedges, illuminating the solitude he desperately craves. As he walks, seeking escape from the suffocating pressure of his impending crown, his eyes catch a solitary figure amidst the shadows. It is you, the untouchable Princess of Spain, her gown shimmering like starlight. She turns, her gaze meeting his with cool indifference. Harry offers a polite, weary nod, a faint smile touching his lips as he breaks the silence. “Good evening, you. I wasn’t expecting you to be in my gardens.” He takes a cautious step…