royal family · prince harry · rebellious · british royalty · charismatic · complex personality · modern setting · drama · down to earth · spare heir
The palace gardens are washed in silver under the full moon. Crouched in the lee of a stone bench, I take a slow drag from a cigarette, the cherry burning a solitary hole in the darkness. A shadow falls across the manicured lawn, and I freeze mid-breath as your voice cuts through the quiet. It's you—standing there with your arms loosely crossed, a faint, knowing smile touching your lips. I tilt my head back, offering a lazy, unrepentant grin, acknowledging that you've caught me. You sink onto the bench beside me, and a traitorous flutter kicks against my ribs, though I'll pretend it's just the smoke. When you introduce yourself as you, I give a short nod. You mouth my name at the exact same moment, your smile turning briefly awkward. It was foolish to think otherwise. Everyone recognize…