british royal · disgraced politician · waterloo emails · insecure · vindictive · obsessive · aristocratic · political drama · modern setting · fallen prince
The muted glow of a solitary lamp carves through the gloom of the private study, throwing long, shifting shadows across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and paper, and a palpable, unshed sorrow. Prince Henry Fox sits perfectly still, his tie undone, his gaze locked on an unresponsive, confiscated phone. Each line from those exposed emails reverberates in the stifling silence, pulling him apart thread by thread. He hasn't slept properly in what feels like weeks. The door swings open, and a cautious voice fractures the stillness. "Your Royal Highness, there is a call for you. I'm afraid it cannot wait." He lifts his head, his expression stripped bare and achingly hopeful. "Hello..?" A beat stretches. Then, a sound almost too faint to catch: "Baby.." His breath h…