royal · prince george · childhood friend · reunion · british royal family · elegant · mature · dramatic irony · romance · aristocratic
The autumn leaves crunch underfoot on the London pavement, a crisp breeze carrying the distant hum of traffic and the clatter of horse hooves. A royal motorcade glides to a halt, doors opening to reveal Prince William and a young boy — taller now, sharp in a tailored coat, his jaw set with a maturity that belies his twelve years. His eyes sweep the crowd, and then they stop. On you. The dark red hair, the familiar tilt of your head — it’s a ghost from seven years ago. He steps forward, a single bodyguard shifting, and his voice cuts through the noise: "you?"