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Chapter 28. Switzerland

‘I did think, let’s go about this slowly. This is important. This should take some really deep thought. We should take small thoughtful steps.

But, bless us, we didn’t.’ -Mary Oliver

“By the way…” I added, breathlessly, as he kissed my neck, “I’m falling in love with you, too.”

I felt his hand aggressively grip my tight in response as he pulled my hip into him. He released a heavy breath on my neck and paused, leaning back slightly to look at me.

“You are?”

I smiled. “Where’s all that confidence, Your Royal Highness?”

He grinned and leaned forward grabbing my lower lip with his teeth on a gentle nip. I tightened the hold of my legs around his.

He kissed me again, this time his hands slid up to my jaw, steadying my face in place so his mouth could frame mine strongly, his tongue and mine dancing together as our hips moved as one trying to get impossibly closer.

He nibbled my lower lip again, breaking the kiss; I moaned a complaint, feeling his lips grin against my neck. His hands hovered hungrily around my back, then slid down to pull down the fabric on my waist. He leaned back, looking at my body.

"I don't know how to get you out of this thing." He complained, making me chuckle.

I pushed him back so I could jump down from the table. I gave my back to him, moving my hair to the front, pointing to the flap of fabric on my back hiding a zipper. He undid it quickly, pulling my jumpsuit down to my feet in one swift, fast move. He stayed crouched down as he did, his hands held onto my legs and he slid them up slowly, making my entire body shiver.

When they reached my hips, I felt his mouth on my ass, biting it gently as his hands slid to my crotch as he stood up again, his lips grazing my back slowly as he did. One of his hands made their way up across my stomach, touching my belly button up until the area under my breasts, as the other slid further down between my legs, over my underwear.

Breathless, I pressed my hips back into him just as his hand grabbed a firm hold over my breast; I let my head fall back on his shoulder, bringing one arm up to grab a fistful of his hair.  While his other hand rubbed strongly against my cunt, over my underwear, his lips traced down my neck. The feeling of his stubble against my skin, his hands over my body in the exact way I had fantasized about so many times, it made my legs tremble, my breath weaken, my clit pulsate in anticipation.

"Fuck..." I moaned out, weakly.

"Language, Mary." He whispered, his lips on my ear.

"Fuck you." I replied, smiling, tugging on his hair.

In one fast move, his hands left my body to untie my bra; he  gently spun me around to face him, now almost completely naked.

Self-conscious, I pulled him closer again, but he held my arms in place. Stepping back, he looked at me, an appreciative, seductive grin in his lips as his eyes hovered down my chest, my stomach, my hips, my legs...

"What?!" I asked, impatiently, feeling my cheeks blush as I rubbed my thighs together; every inch of my body already missing his hands.

"I just want to look at you." He said, hands running down his hair.

"This is embarrassing." I complained, shyly, crossing my arms over my chest.

He chuckled, biting his lower lip. He took a step closer, and pulled my arms down, still watching every piece of my skin.

"Why?"

"Because!" I laughed, nervously. "I'm naked! And you're watching me."

"I'm not watching you." He corrected, his hands lightly grazing my body as they found their way to my breasts. "I'm worshiping you..." His eyes found mine, serious, just as his fingers gently pinched my nipples. "The way you deserve."

His hands held onto my chest, firmly, and his thumbs started rubbing circles around my nipples, just as his mouth found mine again. He started slowly, gently, but it was exactly enough to send waves of inciting pleasure down my body. I pushed my body against his, and his leg flexed between mine. I mounted one leg over his hip, feeling his thigh under my cunt.

"This isn't fair." I complained, my arms around his neck, still covered by his shirt. It was unbuttoned, so just as he leaned back I pulled it down, and he shrugged it off to the floor.

I grabbed a hold of his muscly shoulders, sliding my hands down slowly down his torso. I leaned closer, laying a gentle kiss over his skin, covering his chest with kisses until I reached his neck. His hand grabbed a firm hold onto my hair, the other traveled lightly down my body to squeeze my hips closer to his. His hands were too big on me, nearly covering the whole of my back.

I kissed his neck allowing my hands to get to know his body; I had spent so long wondering what he would feel like under my palms, it felt exhilarating to be able to freely touch him, so I did. I touched every inch of his chest, his stomach, the curve of his hips, until my hands found his belt, which I unceremoniously undid.

"Curious?" He asked, his voice still as teasing, but now strained, lower.

I answered by letting his pants fall to the floor, reaching down to allow my hand to hover over his bulge. He bit my neck in response, a little stronger, a puff of heavy breath down my skin. I moved my hand down, gulping at the touch of him, thick, strong, hard, on my hand. He kissed my clavicle, panting. I moved my hand up, firmly; I felt him getting harder as I did, but just as I was moving my hand more firmly around him, his hands gripped my thighs again and pulled me up to the table, making me lose my reach.

His hands slid down my legs to my knees, pulling them apart slowly, around his waist, dragging me closer as he pressed his hips against mine. He reached behind me and pushed whatever was on the table to the floor, leaning down to lay me against it, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck, my clavicle, and my breasts, kissing one while one of his hands gripped the other. I squeezed my legs tighter around him, enjoying the feeling of his hardened dick against me.

His hands grabbed hold of my hips, strongly pushing them down in place.

"So impatient..." He teased.

"Shut up." I complained, weakly, trying to sit up to kiss him, but before I could his hands held onto my neck, pulling my mouth onto his, lowering me down to the table again.

I felt one of his arms slide down my body, over my stomach, reaching down below my navel and over my lace panties to hover my labia; his hand was so big it covered my whole pussy as he pressed more firmly against it.

"Is this okay?" He asked, whispery, looking up from my breasts.

I smiled in response and he pressed his middle finger down, starting to move up and down slowly, making strained moans leave me against my will.

"Good?" He asked, now sounding definitely teasing. I pulled him more firmly against me with my legs in response.

"God--" I let out, breathless, as his finger found my clit. "There--" I begged.

My back arching, my legs trembling, he reached his other hand over to hold onto my neck, lightly holding it over my throat. He moved my underwear out of the way and fingered me down, feeling just how wet I'd become.

I saw the grin taking over his lips, and pulled him up for a kiss before he could tease me about it, biting his lips mercilessly the more his fingers moved in me. I came with a spasm of pleasure with his mouth to my neck, sweating weakly.

He kissed me again, slowly. His hand between my legs continued to run all over my cunt, now delicately, as if just enjoying the feeling of it.

He leaned back, pulling my lower lip between his. "Can I taste you?"

I nodded, kissing him again, deeper now. I barely knew what he asked; I would have said yes to anything.

He reached down, pulling my panties off. He spread my legs wider, and traced down my body with his lips until they were over my labia; he kissed me slowly, from below to the top, letting his tongue get to know every nook and cranny. When he found my clit again, a moan escaped before I could stop it, it was the only sign he needed. He kept his mouth over it, his tongue circling it, first with kitty licks, then strongly while his finger reached down from below to enter me again, sliding in easily, familiar. He fastened the rhythm and waited until I was moaning breathlessly again before adding one more finger while his tongue continued to add pressure to my center, circling, sucking, until I was thrusting myself into him.

When I looked down, desperately, his eyes found mine, hungry, but I didn't feel the need to look away. I felt an overwhelming wave wash over me, taking over control of my every movement while I came with a strained, high pitched moan; his face between my shaky, weakened legs.

Panting, I fell back down on the table, eyes closed as I breathed quickly, wishing time would stop. He gave my navel one final kiss before making his way up my body. He laid his head between my breasts as his hands found mine, intertwining our fingers.

When I felt I might not fall back down again, I sat us both up slowly. I felt myself dripping over his table, and his hard cock between my legs, but his eyes were all I saw while he rested his forehead on mine.

We remained like this for longer than felt appropriate, just nuzzling our noses together as our breaths evened out together.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, eventually.

I smiled; “If I say truth, will you ask me to rate your performance?”

He chuckled, his cheeks reddening slightly. “No.”

“Okay. Truth.”

He let out a deep breath. “Did you mean it?”

For a moment I thought he was asking if I was faking it, but his expression was too serious.

“When you said you were falling in love with me.” He explained, whispery, probably finding the confusion on my face. “You know you don’t have to say it just because I did?”

I smiled, and leaned over to lay a quick kiss over his lips.

“I meant it.”

‘Falling in love’ already felt like the wrong way to put it; there was no falling to it. I was there, I fell. But it felt like too much to say it then.

He smiled, nodded, and gulped. His smile disappeared.

“What are we going to do?” He asked, softly, worried.

I heaved a sigh, and looked at the clock over his kitchen window, doing the math in my head.

“I have… two hours before I need to leave for the train station for the last train to Savoy.” I told him. “So, I guess we have two hours to figure that out.”

I traced the spiderman band aid on his cheek lightly; his arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled my off the table, mounting me to his lap.

“Okay.” He said. “We can do a lot in two hours.”

Smiling, he walked us upstairs to his room. We could maybe fit a whole universe in two hours.

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I had never been touched like this: sexually, yet in a non-sexual way. Harry had his hand over my breast, caressing it lightly, innocently, but purposefully, analyzing every inch as if trying to commit it to memory.

“Does this feel good?” He asked, causally, if slightly concerned.

“Yes.” I said, smiling, eyes closed, nearly falling asleep.

He leaned closer and raised himself on his elbow to lay a quick kiss on the side of my breast. He left another over my tattoo, on my shoulder, and then nuzzled my hair with his nose as he settled back down on the pillow.

I had a little less than one hour before I had to get up and get dressed, but I didn’t want to move. My legs still felt too dangerously numb, and the feeling of his embrace behind me under the covers felt so perfect the smallest movement felt like it might destroy it.

“Truth or dare?” He asked, whispery, tracing my neck with his lips.

I smiled. “Truth.” I said, just because the idea of having to move for a dare was too much.

He raised himself on his arm again, resting his chin on his hand to look at me. “…Did–did you ever think about me?”

I looked back at him, amused. “Of course. It’s kind of what you do when falling for someone.”

“What I mean is,” he corrected himself, with an eyeroll, “did you ever think about fucking me?”

To this, I bit my lower lip and stared back at the wall. Harry leaned down, kissing my arm.

“Did you ever, you know… at night… think about what it would be like?”

His hand squeezed my breast a little tighter.

“Yes.” I confessed.

He leaned closer to whisper in my ear.

“Really?” He asked, gently biting my earlobe. “What did you think about?”

I turned to him, grinning.

“No follow up questions, Your Royal Highness.”

He smiled, sighing.

“Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Why do I feel like you just want to get back at me for this question?”

“Pick truth and find out.” I shrugged.

“Truth.”

“…did you?” I asked, simply.

He gave me a long look, still smiling, and then leaned down to touch my lips with his.

“Almost every day.” He said. “When you stayed here, every night I wanted nothing more than to just turn you around and kiss you.”

I smiled. “You were very restrained.”

“Thank you.” He said, seriously, sounding touched, making me laugh.

“You only told me to dump my boyfriend once.”

He grinned. “And I didn’t even call him a fucker like I wanted to.”

I giggled; he leaned down again, capturing my mouth with his.

“I thought about this a lot.” I confessed, just because. Touching my nose to his, I folded one leg up to rest between both of his. “I couldn’t help it. But it always made me sad.”

He touched my forehead with his lips, and stayed there.

“I don’t want this to be it.” He said, still to my forehead.

“Me neither.” I whispered.

“…how much do your parents hate me? Just, you know, ballpark?”

“They–they don’t hate you exactly.” I said, unsure. “They just hate everything you represent.”

“Well, that’s much better.” He teased, making me smile.

I leaned back, looking up at him.

“It’s not about you personally.”

“I did yell at your mother and went against them all when I let you stay here.”

I sighed. “Yeah, that–that was good at the time, but unproductive now.”

He stretched his arm back under his head and looked up at the ceiling.

“What do we do?” He asked, pensive.

I took in a deep breath and pushed myself upwards, kicking off the covers as I got up.

“Hey!” He protested. “Come back, I only have you for another hour.”

“I think better on my feet.” I explained.

I opened his wardrobe and opened a drawer.

“Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Okay, first you get out of bed, now you want to get dressed? What have I done?” He complained; I smiled, picked the first, simple, cotton shirt I could find, and put it on.

“Nevermind, you still look hot.” He sighed, almost sounding disappointed.

“Focus!” I demanded. “Let’s think. What can we do?”

He sighed, and sat up against the headboard.

“Well. What do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it, what is the problem here? Why can’t we just date?”

“Well, I’m the first in line for the throne of Savoy.” I started. “You’re the fourth in line for the throne of the United Kingdom.”

“And why is that a problem?” He asked, didactic.

“Because the press needs profit, and they achieve it by writing stories about us, real or not, and one of their favorite topics to speculate about is who we will marry one day, so as soon as they know we are together, they’re going to start running every possibility about our future–”

“Exactly.” He interrupted. “The whole problem about us being together is what it could mean for the future.”

“…okay?” I nodded. “So, maybe we should talk about the–future?”

I winced; our relationship was 50 minutes old and we were talking about the future? We were doomed.

“No, wait–that’s not–I don’t mean–”

“No, I–I get it.”

“So…?”

He sighed, and sat up, running both hands up his face and through his hair.

“This is hard.”

“Just–” I started. “What if we just… focused on the present?”

He considered this. “What do you mean?”

I perked up, “Well, what if we just refuse to let this affect us? We just… we pretend we’re normal people. Normal people who just started dating and who don’t need to talk about the future yet, because it’s too soon.”

He nodded. “That sounds good… except–”

“Yes?”

“We’re not the problem.” He argued. “We can do that, sure. I’m sure we can. But, what about the press? Nobody controls them. Also, and I feel like that’s an even worse problem, what about our families? They would never buy into ‘we are focusing on the now’.”

“There’s a simple solution for that… We don’t tell them.” I shrugged. “We don’t have to. We know how they feel. Why should we invite them into our…?” I struggled against the word ‘relationship’. “Stuff?”

“Because they control our lives?”

“Good point.” I sighed.

“Also, how could we keep this from them? My neighbours are all family members and employees of my grandmother. And you literally live with your parents.”

“Yes, but!” I said, excited, kneeling onto the bed. “We live in different countries! So, we’ll only be able to see each other every other weekend, anyway, if we can get our security to keep their mouths shut, we can meet in secret.”

Silent, he thought about this as his eyes hovered around the room. I waited, tense. It felt like asking too much. I knew I was the problem, my situation was the problem. Had we started dating before Louis died, people would complain, yes, but they wouldn’t have nearly as much to say about it.

“If only we lived a century or half ago.” He said. “Then this would just be considered a ‘good match’.”

I grinned. “I know… It’s bizarre.”

When monarchies had transitioned from being only a symbol, to being a working force for the country, they had realized the need for members to help. After all, with modernization, social media and the 24 hours news cycle, there’s only so much one monarch can do. They eventually need family members to help. So, today, ‘spares’ were no longer seen as trading chips to other kingdoms. They were more needed at home, for support.

If Louis was alive, and I was still a spare myself, we would still have had a few hills to climb, but the idea of our future wouldn’t be a huge unknown: I would move to England, take Harry’s title, and sometimes visit my family. We might even be able to work for both countries.

But now, considering we even made it that far, if Harry and I were to marry, he would have to move to Savoy, which would be extremely frowned upon by his family, not only because they would be losing a valuable member of their workforce, but because they already had a history with a family member walking out for love before (Edward VIII, who then became Duke of Windsor). Not only that, the woman he walked out for was also a foreigner. The ripple effect it caused in British history was so big it was still a sensitive subject.

Crucially, the marriage laws for British royalty dictated Harry would lose his titles and place in the line of succession should he marry a catholic. Which I was.

“I forgot about that.” I groaned when Harry reminded me.

“They want to change that law, but even if they do, if we were to get married, wouldn’t the Savoy government expect me to abdicate my position in the British line of succession?”

“I…” I stuttered. “I don’t know.” I did know. And the answer was yes, probably. But the idea would be so utterly destructive for his family I couldn’t bear to say it aloud.

“My grandfather had to, when he married my grandmother.”

“Those were different times.” I argued.

“We both know if there’s one place time doesn’t pass that fast is inside a monarchy.” He smiled, sadly.

In my family, the problem would be Savoy’s historic animosity towards England, Harry not being catholic, his polemic party past, and, of course, the risk that our future children would link us forever to Britain, meaning should some people die, it was likely that in a few years the only descendant to the Savoy throne was a British monarch.

Revolutions had started for less.

I sighed. “It’s too much, isn’t it?”

He looked at me, but averted his eyes soon after.

“…It is.”

I turned around, and sat facing the window, giving my back to him, pulling my legs up to my chest.

“Maybe we should cut our losses, then.”

He didn’t say anything. I bit my lower lip and tightened my arms around my knees, to try and stop myself from saying anything else.

I knew what he must be feeling, I knew because I used to be a spare. I knew how hard it was to be in that constant limbo of not being important enough, but not being normal, either. And if I knew dating someone would make my life even more of a public debate, I would run away screaming in the other direction.

He was falling for me, sure. But he wasn’t stupid. If we started a relationship and things went south, he would be the one to draw the short straw. Not only was he not an heir, he had a past that people would point to when trying to find the guilty party of our doom. My people would have my back in the press and pull out all the stops in order to try and save my reputation and image. His might not do the same.

“Is that what you want to do?” he asked, calmly.

I didn’t just feel guilty; I felt very mindful of the fact that on top of everything else, the fact that I outranked him was also a problem. Theoretically, he should follow my orders because my word was worth more than his; or at least, it’s how it would be for people who cared about that stuff. I didn’t think he did, but still, it felt wrong to tell him something that could affect his own choices.

To put it simply: I didn’t want to influence him into getting into something that might hurt him in the long run.

“I want…” I started, “I just want you to be happy.”

I heard him sigh, heavily, and get out of bed. I looked back to see him putting on his boxer briefs.

He scratched the back of his head with a hand, the other on his hips, and looked at me.

“I will be happy, whatever we decide. But right now I want to know what you want.”

“Well, what you want matters, too.”

“I didn’t say it didn’t, but I–”

“I asked first.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it does–”

“This is not truth or dare!” He said, loudly, exasperated, making me flinch.

I avoided his eyes, self-conscious.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, calmer.

He walked over to me, and sat by my side in bed, facing the window.

“Why can’t you just tell me what you want?” He asked, strained. “You won’t upset me. I get it, so much has happened in so little time for you.” He gulped, winping his palms on the sheets. “I don’t mean to… pressure you into anything. I understand if a serious relationship would be too much right now, we can take it slow if you want, keep it casual, you know? I don’t... I don’t need to be your boyfriend or anything.”

I shook my head, confused.

“I don’t–that’s not–You don’t have to worry about that.”

“But I do.” He insisted. “I don’t want to be one more thing you have to stress over.”

I sighed, heart aching in affection for him. I lowered my legs, and turned to the side to face him.

“Harry…” I started, smiling, “Okay. If this will work, I think we need to always be honest and open with each other… So, in honor of that…” I took in a deep breath, bracing myself. “I want you to be my boyfriend.” I immediately felt a little juvenile for it, especially as he took a while to respond. Then he looked at me, surprised. “Really?” I smiled, embarrassed. “Yes!”

He smiled to the floor, blushing, and threw an arm around me to pull me closer into a tight hug, before laying back down in the bed, pulling me with him. He turned to the side to face me, touching his nose to mine, still smiling.

“You’re blushing.” I teased, whispery.

“Shut up.” I laughed. “So, you’re my girlfriend now...” He added, in a teasing voice.

I sighed, happily. “I am.”

“So stupid... What are we, in elementary school?”

“Oh, okay, if you don’t want to--” I said, getting up, but he held me down. I laughed, letting him.

“And… all the other stuff? We never got to a solution.”

I gulped, realizing he was right. I got so caught up on my own fears that I forgot to think of a solution for the actual problem, which was, of course, that it didn’t matter if we could have an actual, serious relationship, where we were responsible and considerate of the issues we faced, but just… ignored them.

“What if we just try to focus on the present?” I asked, tentative. “A serious, real relationship, but… We let them worry about it if they want. We live each day at a time. Nothing else.”

“And you think they’ll let us?” He asked. “I don’t know how your family works, but mine will need to know what I plan to do about all of those issues.”

“Then we insist. We tell them, listen, we’re Switzerland.”

“Switzerland?” He asked, amused.

“Swiss neutrality,” I started, “is one of the main principles of Switzerland's foreign policy.”

“Tell me more, counselor.” He teased.

I turned to lay on my back to better look at him, going through my brain for all the info I remembered from my political science classes so I could better defend my metaphor.

“Their policy states that Switzerland is not to be involved in armed or political conflicts between other states, but they have armed neutrality! Which means it is self-imposed, permanent, and armed.”

“Armed? I thought you said they were neutral.” He asked, sounding almost bored.

I got on my knees, but leaned down to him. “Armed neutrality means they have no alliance with either side in a war, but will defend themselves if necessary.” I smiled, throwing one leg up to straddle him. His hands slid up my thighs. “I think that should be our official policy.”

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, grinning. He thrust his hips slightly higher, adjusting himself under me. By coincidence or design, his dick was now perfectly aligned under me.

“Did you even pay attention to what I said?”

He sat up, pulling me closer by the back of my knees. I rested my hands on his shoulders.

“Yes. I like the part about defending ourselves.” He kissed the tip of my nose, lightly. “So we stay neutral to everyone else, and whatever they have to say about us, but defend ourselves if necessary.”

“And it will be.” I reminded.

“I’m in if you are.” He said. “You’re the heir. You’re the one who’ll be expected to pick a side.”

“And you’re the man.” I shrugged. “Your family will never be okay with the idea of you giving up power for a lowly woman.”

He laughed, “Well, they’ll have to learn not to underestimate you.”

I grinned, biting my lower lip. His arms wrapped around me.

“Even if we can stay neutral, our families won’t. The press won’t. They’ll pull us in different directions with all they’ve got.”

I nodded, slowly. I held my hands to his jaw, still filled with affection at the bandaid I had put in his cheek only that night.

“So we don’t tell them.”

His brows shot up in surprise. “Are you suggesting we keep our relationship a secret? Mary, do you have an invisibility cape? How come you never told me?”

“Ha-ha.”

“Seriously, there’s no way to keep something like this a secret. We take security everywhere we go. You live with your parents. Half of my family are my neighbors.”

“Okay, so, we have some kinks to figure out.” I shrugged. “But we live in different countries, so we can meet in the middle, somewhere they won’t suspect. We just need to make sure we’ve got our security on our side…” I smiled, and leaned closer to kiss him.

He allowed me to part his lips and deepen the kiss, slow, agonizingly and frustratingly slow. He groaned, his hands finding my backside, and pulled into him. Then I pulled on his lower lip, breaking the kiss.

“Truth or dare?” He grinned, eyes still closed. “Truth.” “Wrong, pick again.” He laughed. “Dare?” “…I dare you to be my secret boyfriend, Your Royal Highness.” Still smiling, he leaned in again and kissed me. “Done.”

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Part II, chapter I: Althorp

Pain.

That’s all she could feel.

The sort of pain that would irradiate from her body and made her wonder if anyone could see it, as its force was undeniably present.

She felt nothing but pain.

She could deal with the soreness on her body. It felt as if she had run a marathon.

She could also deal with the heavy cramps that she was feeling ever since she woke up. As if she needed any reminder of what had just happened. She hadn’t asked for any medication to relieve her pain because she wanted to feel it. She wanted to be punished for what she had done.

What she couldn’t deal with was the emotional pain that had destroyed her and its relentless waves that kept shaking every single thought that crossed her mind. The waves were like a tsunami that with its violence and fast approach took away and destroyed everything it touched and she was drowning. Completely and willingly.

The waves made her remember everything that had happened a few hours ago.

The waves brought an emotional pain that shattered her dreams and hopes and wishes. Mocking her, showing the failure she had been. This earth-shattering feeling turned her world, mind, life and body upside down. She didn’t even have more tears to cry as they had dried somewhere in the middle of the night.

She was alone as she had wanted to be and surrounded only by sounds. Sound of the machine she was hooked to, sounds of the clock that showed her that time was going to pass whether or not she was ready for it, the sirens of the ambulances coming in and out of the emergency ward and the cries of a new baby that was born just down the corridor from her room. She longed to have had the chance to at least listen to her child cry. To have carried her pregnancy to term and to taste the happiness this new mom was probably feeling at the moment. And yet, here she was. Empty-handed, alone, bleeding and miserable.

She wanted to get up and run, possibly hide from everyone. Should she had the strength for it, she would have. But she could barely move a finger, let alone run.

She placed one hand on her belly. The same one she caressed the growing baby just the morning before, praying with all her might and force that everyone was lying to her. Wishing this all was a very bad joke, a tasteless prank. Everyone must be wrong.

But deep inside she knew it was true.

She knew that her body had been giving signs and she didn’t pay attention to it. She worked and travelled as if she wasn’t growing a tiny human inside her and now, funny enough, she really wasn’t anymore.

Maybe it would be for the best? If she couldn’t take proper care of a baby inside her, what would happen once the baby was born?

She would be better off alone and childless as she couldn’t bear to be responsible for anyone else’s death. She took a deep breath and felt every muscle hurt, her head was about to explode. She knew she couldn't speak as she had yelled until she scarred all of her vocal cords.

Her hands and arms were purple and swollen as she had tried to unhook herself from the blood transfer bag a nurse had hooked her to close to 2 in the morning. Her hair was in knots and her hospital gown was still bloodied.

Another proof of her failure and another brutal reminder that she had just lost her child.

She had lost her everything. She had lost her will to live because nothing else made sense anymore. Her unborn baby had become the centre of her life, her strength, her reason and her motivation.

Well, not really – her malicious mind reminded her, - if this baby was that important you wouldn’t have let it die. You didn’t even fight for it, you simply passed out and almost bled yourself to death.

Pathetic.

She would never know if the baby was a boy or a girl. She would never know if he or she would have her green eyes or Harry’s blue. If its complexion would be pale as Harry, chocolate as hers or a nice mix in the between. She didn’t know if he or she would be ginger. Could she even have a ginger baby?

She wouldn’t know its face. If it would have dimples, curly or straight hair. If it’d have the unmistakable Windsor genes or it’d be a Nogueira through and through. She wouldn’t know how is it like to feel the baby moving inside her. She wouldn’t know how labour would be or if she’d chicken out from the pain and ask for a c-section straight away. She wouldn’t know if she’d be able to breastfeed – if she’d like it or if she’d prefer to buy formulas.

She wouldn’t make her mum a grandmother.

And she wouldn’t give her man a child. The child he was expecting and dreaming about. The child he had built plans for. The child he was searching for a house to transform into a home for them.

The child he was willing to give up his title for.

Everything she got now was pain and shame and guilt and grief.

Why was it happening to her? Was she that bad of a person that this would be some sort of payback?

What makes you so important that you can’t go through something like this? Her evil-filled mind asked her.

She heard footsteps on the corridor and saw her door opening. Agnes was there, smiling. The pain she felt blinded her from seeing the truth in Agnes’ eyes. She was devastated. She knew that miscarriages were a common thing between women, but she hated every time it happened to one of her patients. With Carol, it seemed she had lost her grandchild such was the esteem she held for the brunette in front of her.

She took a tentative step towards the bed and Carol noticed it was way past nine in the morning. She had been awake the whole night.

“Good morning, Carolina.” Agnes asked, getting her file and reading the notes the other nurses had written. “How are you physically feeling?” she worded her question carefully.

Carol didn’t respond. She kept staring at the clock. Fixated on it. Hearing its tic, toc. It was comforting to know that time wouldn’t wait for her to get her shit together. And time was the only thing that she wanted now.

She would give everything she had for a moment in time to stop before she lost her child. She would give everything to have more time with the baby that even though was unplanned wasn’t not even by a single second unwanted.

She wanted to rewind time and do things differently and save her baby.

She always heard that mothers fight for their children and if need be, even give their lives for them. That was what Carol wanted to do. Be a mother to this child. Give her life in exchange for his or hers. She knew Harry would take good care of their baby even if she wasn’t around.

“Carolina?” Agnes called her, firmer this time. Carol had shut her out and not even remembered that she was in the room. She didn’t blink, she just stared at the damn clock and knew that it was laughing at her expense.

“I need you to please talk to me.” Agnes said, sitting by her side on the bed.

Carol didn’t move. She couldn’t, she was paralysed watching the clock.

“I know what you must be feeling...” Agnes said.

There it was. Pity and sympathy. Two things Carol didn’t need at that moment.

“And I want you to know that I did everything that I could to save your baby.” the doctor said, grabbing one of Carol’s hands gently.

Did she really? Her brain asked.

“I want you to tell me what you want.” Agnes tried again and Carol almost laughed. She wanted her child. Alive and well. There was nothing anyone could possibly give her at the moment that would make her feel better.

“I will give you space, then.” Agnes sighed. “A nurse will come to help you take a shower and change clothes.” she got up and stared at the girl she treated like a daughter. She seemed like a shell of the woman she once was. Staring at the clock and shutting everyone out. Agnes gently left the room and took a deep breath. She could only hope that Carol would bounce back from this. If she kept giving herself into the pain for too long, she wouldn’t make it.

(…)

Harry had spent the night awake. He sat by the window of his living room with a bottle of scotch beside him. He stared at the entrance of his house for the whole night and saw when the sun rose. He had drunk half of the bottle by that time and was irritated that it didn’t give him a buzz nor lessened the pain. He thought about compartmentalising it and go out and about on his day, as he had two engagements to be at but he knew he couldn’t do it. He wanted to feel the pain and go through it while it all was still fresh. If he bottled up everything it was bound to come back exploding in the future. He also knew that Carol wouldn’t forgive him if she saw that he was smiling for the cameras and hugging kids mere hours after theirs had died.

If she speaks to you again. His mind remembered.

He had been hurt by Carol’s outburst the night before. He tried to understand where she was coming from, but he didn’t think that she’d kick him out of the room that way. He had called the hospital and Agnes informed him Carol wasn’t speaking to anyone, or eating. She had tried to rip off the IVs from her arms and hands in the middle of the night.

He took a deep breath and texted Edward to let him know that he wanted all his engagements of that damn week cancelled and rescheduled. He also wanted to reschedule all engagements that had children involved for the upcoming months as farther away as possible. He couldn’t bear to be around children when his hadn’t made it.

Agnes had talked to him after they left Carol’s room and she was confident that Carol’s case fell under the more frequently than expected, she didn’t believe Carol had any sort of condition that would make things harder to have a child in the future. Miscarriage is something very common and sometimes it might be related to other complicating issues, but in other cases, it's simply nature being faithful to its course of only the strongest and most adaptable survives.

Edward replied asking lots of questions as to why those changes were needed and Harry simply ignored him. He wouldn’t come back to work until he felt at least a little bit better.

If you feel better at any point.

He felt like a black cloud was above his head numbing his senses and at the same time swallowing him whole.

He got up and went to his room without really thinking or registering what he was doing. He took a shower, got dressed and dried the tears that kept coming every time he thought about what had happened. He had drunk the night before trying to erase from his mind the scene of the woman of his life bleeding and losing their child.

What if he had asked her to go to Kensington, where Gerard and Martha would have kept an eye on her? What if he hadn’t offered to accompany his grandmother to the engagement, therefore, arriving earlier at her place? Why didn’t she tell him anything about blood pressure problems and migraines?

He knew that “what ifs” wouldn’t bring him any closer to changing the outcome of the events. And decided he needed to keep himself busy. Getting his car keys and without letting anyone from his security team know, he drove outside Kensington Palace straight to Carol’s apartment. He let himself in and he dreaded entering her bedroom but he knew he had to get things done and if her reaction last night was any indicator, she wouldn’t deal well if she saw all that blood.

He emailed her boss letting him know that she was in the hospital and that she would keep him posted. He grabbed all the sheets and duvet, almost ripping them off the mattress with rage and threw them inside the washing machine. He cleaned the floor, the furniture and searched inch by inch of the apartment for any spot of blood. When he found none, he made her bed with new sheets and packed her an overnight bag.

He then drove straight to the back entrance of St. Mary’s, getting out of the car and ignoring all the calls on his phone. Edward, Bill, his father… he didn’t really want to talk to anyone right now.

He went straight to the private wing where half a floor had been cleared after Harry was made aware someone had just given birth a few doors down the corridor from Carol’s room. He immediately demanded they were transferred to another wing.

He knocked on her door and opened it to find only a shadow of the woman he once had met.

She had her hair wet, soft curls forming around her face. She was half-sitting on the hospital bed and she was staring at a fixed point on the wall above the door. Harry closed the door after coming in and left the bag on the chair by the bed.

“Hey...” he said approaching her. She didn’t even move or acknowledge his presence. “I brought you a change of clothes and a few personal items. I emailed your boss saying that you’re at the hospital and that we will keep him posted.”

He waited for a reply but didn’t receive one. He tried to caress her head but she dodged his hand. Just another pain to feel. He saw she didn’t touch breakfast and that it was laying on the table across from them.

“Do you want any help to eat?” Harry tried again, looking at her. She didn’t look or talk to him. He noticed that she was staring at a clock and one could cut the tension inside that room with a knife.

“Carol, please…. Talk to me. We need to communicate to be able to grieve properly.” Harry said, sitting on the bed. “I haven’t slept the other night and for what I heard, neither have you.”

Tic, toc. Tic, toc. Tic, toc.

Only the sound of the clock could be heard there.

“Carol? I know what you’re feeling, but please, let me know what I can do to help.”

“Nothing.” her voice was cracked and hoarse and only above a whisper. But that was progress.

“I know I can’t bring our child back...” he started.

“All I want is time to go back.” She replied, looking at the clock and Harry was starting to feel irritated by that damn thing.

“I’m sorry about what happened.” Harry said, trying to grab her hand but she fiercely snatched it out from his hold.

“Don’t touch me. Why is everyone touching me now? Why is everyone bothering me with empty words of sympathy and promises when no one knows what really happened and no one can fucking give me time.” She said and he struggled to hear her well and understand what she was saying.

Both Agnes and him had stayed just outside Carol’s door for more than an hour listening to her screams, almost entering the room again every now and then to try and calm her but deciding against it.

“At least you’re talking now.” Harry said, looking at her. She looked frail and broken. Just like he was.

“I told you to get out. Just leave me the fuck alone.” She finally looked at him and he saw so much pain and hatred in her gaze that his heart broke into a million pieces yet again.

“If that’s what you want.” he got up and opened the door. “I will be back tomorrow.” he said leaving the room.

“Don’t bother” she replied not sure if he heard her.

He did.

(…)

Once inside his car, he thought about going back home to try and sleep a bit but his heart wanted him elsewhere. He wanted to grieve with Carol. He wanted her support to go through this and he wanted to support her as well.

He knew that she had taken the heavier blow on this, as she was the one carrying the baby, but she should also know that he was hurt. He was scared of losing both of them. If she was up to it, they’d start trying to have another child as soon as possible. And he knew that any child he could have with her or anyone else would never replace the one they lost.

His life had gained so much more meaning and purpose when he knew he had to be a role model for someone. That he’d get to parent his child and make him or her the best version of him and Carol together.

He just kept driving and trying to calm his shattered heart. He didn’t know where he was going or how he was driving. He turned off his phone. He didn’t want to see anybody. He didn’t want to talk to anybody. He just wanted his child alive and well.

He was startled when he recognised the black iron gates of the property. He had driven for an hour and a half without noticing where he was headed but it somehow made sense. He knew who he needed the most at the moment and unfortunately, she also wasn’t around to embrace him and promise that everything would be OK.

The guards promptly opened the gates and greeted him. For the first time, he didn’t reply and simply kept driving until he reached the stables on the background of the imposing Estate. He killed the engine and got off his car and walked the long gravel path until he approached the lake.

It was a sunny day and he put his shades on. He walked and was taken by emotion when he was right in front of it. He opened the shed, took out the small boat and pushed it until it was on the water, getting in and rowing his way to the island in the middle of the oval lake. He got out of the boat and when on land, his knees almost gave away and with trembling lips and heavy tears he approached the centre of the island where he could see, engraved in marble, the words “Loving mother”.

“Mummy,” Harry said, kneeling before her grave. “I’ve failed mummy. I couldn’t protect the people that I love and now I’ve lost them.”

He cried. Each tear made his body tremble and his lips quiver. He out-poured all the emotions held inside feeling safe to do so in that place. Feeling safe that his heart had unconsciously brought him where his mum was eternally resting.

“How do I make this pain go again, Mummy?” he cleaned his face with his palm. “It hurts so fucking much. I’ve lost my child. Your grandchild. And I think I’ve lost my girl too.”

The peaceful scenery only made it worse to balance the turmoil inside Harry’s heart and mind.

“I need you here with me.” he whispered. “But you’ve also been taken away from me too soon. Why?”

He cried his tears and his sobs were cutting through his body and shaking it. He thought he would never be able to recover from this. Never. He was a different man and now he had nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“I don’t think I can get through this.” Harry said, looking at Diana’s grave and embracing his bent knees.

He stayed there the whole afternoon. If his uncle and cousins knew that he was there, thankfully no one approached the oval island. He cried and opened his heart to his mother, knowing that she’d listen to him. Knowing that she’d be taking care of him.

When the sun began to set he knew it was time to come back.

“Mummy, could you please take care of my baby with you in heaven? I don’t know if its a boy or a girl but I don’t care. Please tell him or her that we love him so much it hurts and we wish things could’ve been different. I don’t know how his mother and I will survive this searing pain.”

Harry cleaned the tears again and spoke just above a whisper.

“We did our very best but unfortunately that wasn’t God’s wish for us. Please cuddle our child in your arms the way you did with me and Wills. Love on him as you did on us. Both of you are greatly missed. And I love you both with all my being. I know that my baby is now with his grandmother and nothing bad can happen if he’s under your watch. I love you, mummy. And I love you, baby.”

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[americanroyalty-phff]

Chapter 8 - Would You Go to Botswana with Me?

*the morning after*

I felt the light streaming in from the windows in Harry’s bedroom. It was beaming across my back onto Harry’s chest. We were only in our birthday suits, if you will. Last night was eventful.

After dinner with Will and Kate, Harry and I both said ‘I love you’ to each other. Or that we think we love each other, nonetheless it was still an amazing moment. Our night obviously didn't end there. With the tiny bit of liquid encouragement we had with dinner, things heated up. 

It’s not like we haven't been together before, it’s just that last night was so different. It wasn't about rushing or reaching anything. It was about savoring the moment, taking our time, showing we love each other. I hadn't experienced anything like it besides my wedding night. 

Needless to say, I was pretty exhausted and I'm sure Harry was too.

I took a deep breath and buried my head back into the pillow.

I fell back asleep but soon woke up to the smell of coffee.

I sat up and stretched, put my underwear and a t-shirt of Harrys on, and then went to the kitchen.

Harry was standing with his back towards me, him facing the counter that his coffee maker stood on.

“Good morning.” I said, walking over to him.

“Hey, good morning. How did you sleep?” he turned around and smiled.

“Hmm, pretty good once I actually got to sleep. What about you?” I pulled myself onto his island and sat there.

“Very good.” he winked.

Harry poured two cups of coffee, fixed mine the way I like and gave it to me. It’s a minor detail but he knew how I took my coffee which was sweet.

We went to sit in the his living room.

We settled into the couch facing each other and both smiling from ear to ear.

Both of us were so bashful and smiley today. Like I said, something was different last night. It’s what true love feels like.

“So I have a lot of volunteer work coming up in a month. I’ll be traveling to Botswana. I was wondering, and you can totally say no, but would you go with me?”

“I have things I need to move around. but I think I could make it happen.” I smiled. “I'm considering switching my work around to something I can do from home anyways. Make it easier on us.”

“No, you can’t do that! You love your job.”

“No, I loved my job but then I was basically fired from being an agent. Plus there are some research positions I've been eyeing.”

Harry looked at me skeptically over his mug.

“Trust me, this is something I'm doing on my own. You know how much i love research and writing. And things seem to be getting more serious between us and I don't wanna make your life any harder than it is.”

“You don’t make my life hard, babe.” He reached over and took my hand. “The media and the paps come with the territory.”

“I cant be making things any easier for you. But I don't mind at all. You've told me how serious you are about me and shown me that by introducing me to your family and I think I should show you that I'm serious to.” I reasoned. “It means less paparazzi showing up to my job. Not knowing where I'm at all the time. It'll just be better for us as a couple.”

“Okay.” Harry agreed. “Only if this is what you want.”

“Of course it is.” I leaned over and kissed him.

“So would you come to Botswana with me?”

“Absolutely.”

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[fakeituntilyoumakeitphff]

Our Place in the Cosmos

Marie-Margueritte has been told her entire life that her duty is to support the king, be it her grandfather, her father or, one day, her brother. The life of the spare is not all fairytales would have led her to believe, but she has made the best of it: a degree from Harvard, a private job, and a promise from her father that as soon as her brother graduates from University, she’ll be allowed to have a more private life. She keeps most of these things to herself. Who else could understand her need, at 25, to have parental permission to live her own life? She finds the answer in England: another spare to another throne. Harry and Marie share a simple desire: a more private life, with someone who understands them. But when tragedy strikes, they are both forced to face an age-old question their ancestors spent centuries agonizing with: at the end of the day, what matters most: happiness or duty? 

Hi, friends! I have a new story I am writing! It’s about a young prince in line for the throne behind her brother, the heir, when tragedy strikes and she’s forced to rethink all her plans. To check it out, click here! =)

#fanfiction #prince harry fanfic #princeharryfanfiction #modern royalty au #modern royalty fanfiction #modern royalty fanfic #im so excited about this story! #hope you like it #if not #thats ok #thanks anyway #=)

[nataliawritesstuff]

Who needs a distraction?

Hello again!

Nothing like a global pandemic to bring us back together, huh? How have you been? Or, as we all ask each other these days, how have you been holding up? 

Okay, fine, let’s skip to the interesting part: I have a new fanfic.

As much as I am trying to focus on the plot important parts of life these days, I do want to say three things before I get to the details of this fic, would you mind? I mean, I can’t tell you what to do, nothing’s stopping you from scrolling to the end. So, in that sense, I’ll just pretend you said yes.

1. Politicians are dumb, listen to experts. The pandemic is not over unless you’re from, like, New Zealand, those beautiful lucky bastards. If you’re one of us dumb mortals, though, COVID isn’t over, so stay home if you can, wear a mask, and do whatever is possible to stay sane, like maybe sign a petition and read a fanfic. I have one to suggest...

2. Black lives matter, trans lives matter, and we have the power of change in our hands. Take note of the politicians (national AND local) who are standing by and allowing bullshit to continue. Then vote them out. Stories belong to the people who read them, so keep the good parts of Harry Potter and let no one take that away from you, and if you can afford to, donate to an organization that protects the rights of trans people. 

3. In this blog we have nothing but respect for MY King and Queen of England, Meghan and Harry, and baby Archie. I love them so much, I’m so glad they’re building a life of freedom and action for themselves, and I have nothing but good wishes of love and joy for the three of them, away from the obvious racist, misogynistic, calculated attacks from the British press and the family who didn’t stand up for them.

That is to say, I love H&M and hope they’ll be together for years to come with as many more babies as they want, which personally I hope is at least one more… But I am a fanfic hoe at heart, and tiaras I crave. So in this new fanfic I started writing, we are living in an Alternate Universe where Harry is a single guy looking for love again. I just wanted to clarify I can hold both feelings in my heart: I want to see this fictitious Harry from my story be happy with my character, and want to see the real continue to be the stand up guy we know him to be, who is happily married and leading by example. 

So if you think you want that too, allow me to tell you about Our Place In The Cosmos, a Prince Harry Fanfic:

“Marie-Margueritte has been told her entire life that her duty is to support the king, be it her grandfather, her father or, one day, her brother. The life of the spare is not all fairytales would have led her to believe, but she has made the best of it: a degree from Harvard, a private job, and a promise from her father that as soon as her brother graduates from University, she’ll be allowed to have a more private life. She keeps most of these things to herself. Who else could understand her need, at 25, to have parental permission to live her own life? She finds the answer in England: another spare to another throne. Harry and Marie share a simple desire: a more private life, with someone who understands them. But when tragedy strikes, they are both forced to face an age-old question their ancestors spent centuries agonizing with: at the end of the day, what matters most: happiness or duty?”

Interested? Well, heres:

- a page with the Wikipedia page of Marie’s country 

- another about their flag, anthem and place on the map

- one with their general aesthetic 

If this isn’t for you, I understand and thanks reading this far anyways! =) Stay safe out there, bye bye <3 

If this is for you, see you next week for Chapter 1! 

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[kingdomcome-phff-blog]

Extended Summary

Crown Princess Eleanora Victoria Elisabeth Regina had her whole life figured out even before she was born.The first in line to the Callinthovan Throne was the Kingdom's Princess.Loved and cherished by the whole world.The people of the large country of Callinthova were overjoyed by the news that their beloved King Wilhelm IV and Queen Arabella I were blessed with a daughter.The fact that the country's future monarch would be a strong woman made everyone's heart swell with pride.

Unbeknowngst to the entire world,the time would come sooner rather than later.King Wilhelm IV of Callinthova had been assassinated by a terrorist group whose aim was to bring monarchies around the world to extinction.In the year 1997,the world lost three beloved people.Mother Teresa,Princess Diana of Wales and King Wilhelm IV and the year was known as the year of Royal Grief.

The year did not just bring grief but it was the beginning of a new era.Princess Eleanora Victoria Elisabeth Regina became Queen Eleanora II at the age of 11.Bearing the weight of the Crown for as long as she could remember,Queen Eleanora had only one goal in her life Serve My Country.

The Royal Family of Callinthova had been descendants of Queen Victoria and the country had been allies with the United Kingdom for centuries.Saying that the two countries were allies would be an understatement.King Wilhelm IV was the godfather of Prince William and Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip were the godparents of Queen Eleanora II.

Having grown up around the Wales' brothers they were practically inseparable.Queen Eleanora had considered Prince William the elder brother she never had while Prince Harry had become her most loyal bestfriend.

As they grow older,will their feelings for each other surface?Will they find love in each other?Find out in KINGDOM COME.

DISCLAIMER:I do not own any characters in this story except of my own.Please remember plagarism is illegal so please do not copy my work without my permission!

ALSO REMEMBER!I own the Kingdom of Callinthova and all the original characters.This is a work of fiction and non of the events written in this book are true.

This story is inspired by the Netflix series 'The Crown' and A Prince Harry fan fiction called "Die Koenigin"

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[guidinglightphff]

ABOUT ME

Hey!

I’m Natalia. I am 25 years old, Brazilian and I currently work as an agent in a credit card company’s assistance center. I graduated in 2016 as a Literature major and moved to the capital, São Paulo. To quote from my first day at work when we were introducing ourselves: I have no idea what I’m doing with my life (seriosly, I said that. Yikes).

​I love writing, this is my second story, you can check the first one here! The idea for Guiding Light came from the wonderfully talented @teaenthusiast65, and I haven’t quite stopped thinking about it since. It’s my first time writing a British character, so I know her speaking patterns and idioms won’t be fully realistic - sorry about that. 

Anyway, this story is about friendship, family and chosing what’s important to you over all else. I hope you like it! If you have any questions, please ask =)

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[royalnightoutphff]

Chapter Twenty-Four

A/N: I'm posting this now because I have new classes starting on Monday, so I'm not exactly sure when I'll get a chance to post again (at least until next weekend). Also, this chapter is a little different in that we see a bit of Harry's perspective. So far this is the only time i have planned for that but if it's well-recieved I could do it more :) As always, don't be afraid to send feedback!

Harry had made it to his office in plenty of time that morning. He’d even had enough time to eat breakfast, something that hardly ever happened. And as he was sitting at his desk sifting through paperwork, his mind was going through various encounters with the charities he was reading about, and his Grandmother’s upcoming birthday, and finally, Lexy, wondering if she was enjoying her sleep. He couldn’t wait to talk to her, curious to see what she’d gotten up to. She hadn’t answered his texts the night before and he was anxious to hear how her day had gone.

There was a knock at the door before his personal secretary poked his head in the door.

“Ed,” Harry greeted, a look of pleasure mounting his face at the sight of his secretary. They’d always gotten on well and were more friends than anything else. “How’s it going?”

Ed simply shook his head in response. “Harry, they know.”

Harry’s face fell instantly and he visibly swallowed. “Fuck,” he muttered, kicking his desk. “Things were going so well.”

“You need to call her. Immediately. Prepare her.”

Harry glanced at the clock. “She’s not awake yet. Won’t be for another few hours. She doesn’t get up for another four hours at least.”

“Can’t you call her? Wake her up?”

“Her phone is always on silent when she’s sleeping. She doesn’t like to be woken up.” She’d also told Harry that it was mostly a decision from when her father would call her multiple times when he was drunk, more often than not in the dead of the night.

“Do your best. We’ve got Princeton on the line. Their campus is crawling with reporters. They know her dorm and are surrounding it.”

“What?” Harry exclaimed even louder. He was starting to panic, thinking of her all alone, and no idea what she should do. “Can’t we do something about it? Kick them out?”

“It’s the American press. We don’t have a handle on anything they do. And besides, it’s a public campus, it can’t be regulated. The best you can do is get in touch with her and warn her about what’s coming.”

“She’s not answering!” Harry snapped as it went straight to voicemail again. He felt like punching something, only imagining what her reaction was going to be. He hung his head in his hands. “God, she’s not going to take this well. This might be the end.”

“Harry, if she cares about you—“

“You don’t know her, Ed. You don’t know Lexy. This is going to freak her out.”

Ed watched him carefully, wondering if he had ever seen Harry so distraught in his time as his secretary. “Would seeing what they’ve written make it better or worse?”

Harry sighed but picked his head up and held a hand out to reach for the iPad Ed was holding. He read the first one and then looked up at Ed. “What the fuck is this? This isn’t even about her! This is about her sister! Is this even allowed?”

“Harry, I told you, we don’t have a handle on the American press. We can’t do anything.”

“This isn’t even about her. God, she is going to kill me. I didn’t even know this. Wait—this happened last night! Fuck, she might not even know yet.”

Ed continued to watch him, watching as Harry stood up and began to pace back and forth across the room, constantly fidgeting, adjusting his tie. He groaned. “I don’t know how to fix this!”

“Harry, you can’t fix it. You know this is how it goes.”

“This is how it goes?! Having her family blown up all over the media? She’s had such a fucking hard life, Ed. This isn’t fair. Maybe I shouldn’t put her through this anymore than I have to.”

“This isn’t your fault, Harry. Just keep calling her.”

And because even if he did hop on a flight and get to her as soon as possible, he wouldn’t make it in time, Harry sat down at his desk and continued to call her, hoping that eventually she would answer.

**

And across the Atlantic, Lexy had no idea what was happening at all.

There were two things that happened on April 10th that she wasn’t prepared for. And, unfortunately for her, she woke up too late to deal with either one of them.

She’d been up late finishing a paper and had avoided her phone all evening, even Harry. When she’d finally gone to bed, the sun had been about to come up, and Lexy was cursing every deity she could think of.

When her snooze went off for the third time, Lexy realized she was already eight minutes late for her German class. She threw her phone away from her, disregarding the three missed calls she had from Harry and the two from Chase, her sister’s husband. Lexy got dressed in a hurry, pulling on jeans and a hoodie and throwing her hair up into a bun without even brushing it.

If she’d taken a moment to slow down, she would have noticed Nicole warily watching her from her behind her laptop screen, already awake to finish her own essay. But Lexy threw on her favorite boots and hurried out the door, ready to break out into a run as soon as she reached the pavement.

But as soon as she did open the door, she was met with flash after flash.

“Lexy! Where is Prince Harry now?”

“Lexy! What do you think about your sister?”

“Lexy! Can you confirm that Harry will be asking you to marry him this year?”

Lexy squinted, waving through them the best she could. She was confused as to what the hell was going on and the clock was ticking. If she missed anymore class, she was going to get participation points off. So she broke off into a run, not thinking about how it would come off to the press, and paid no attention to all of those behind her.

But when Lexy reached her classroom, she received strange looks from every other person in the room, including her German professor. She tried her best to ignore them and fell into her normal seat, mumbling an apology about being late.

It wasn’t until they broke into partners to decipher a poem that Lexy had an opportunity to question what was going on.

“Why does everyone keep looking at me today?” Lexy asked in a low voice to her partner. She’d caught a girl who sat across from her staring at her at least six times already, and there was still ten minutes to go.

Lexy’s partner stared at her. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah? What’s going on?”

The girl huffed and pulled out her phone, doing something on it before shoving a twitter app in front of Lexy’s face. The number one trending topic was “Harry and Lexy.”

Lexy stared at it horror, then shock, and finally her mouth dropped open. How could she have been stupid? That’s who had been taking pictures of her. Lexy swallowed, trying to compose herself.

“Do you know when this came out?”

The girl shrugged. “I woke up to it. President Eisgruber has issued a statement about the reporters on campus. Check your email.”

Lexy wanted nothing other than to pull out her phone herself and make a call to Harry right then but she knew that that action really would cost her the participation points so she did her best to get her eyes from welling up and focused on as many conjugations as she could.

When class was finally over, Lexy finally pulled out her phone, ready to call Harry when he called her again. She accepted the call and put it up to her ear.

“Thank God you’ve answered! Lexy,” He said immediately. “I am so, so sorry. I’m trying to handle this the best I can but I can’t do anything about the American press.”

“It’s alright, I guess,” Lexy told him. She hadn’t gone outside just yet, being able to see what awaited her by looking out the window. There were at least twenty people littered around the building she was in. They could take all the pictures they wanted, but every building was locked, so they couldn’t reach her there.

“I tried to warn you this morning. I’ve called you nearly twenty times.”

“I woke up late. I was up doing a paper last night. I was late to class.”

“So that’s why you were running?” He questioned.

“Why I was running?” Lexy asked. Then she was horrified again, because she realized that there had been a video of her doing what looked like running away from the cameras. And then she felt awful because she knew she looked awful, and that meant that Harry would have seen her like that. “Oh God.”

She buried her face in one hand. “Where are you?”

“In my German building. I’m about to go to my room.”

“So you haven’t read anything yet?”

“No. Someone showed me that we were trending on twitter and the president of the university sent out an email about it but that’s it.”

“Don’t read anything until you get there. And don’t talk to anyone. Say absolutely nothing. Do you want me to stay on the phone until you get there?”

Lexy thought of how parasitic they had been when she hadn’t even known what was going on. “Harry, there’s no way I can’t say anything.”

“Lexy, don’t say a word. If you do, they have something to write. If you don’t, it’s not interesting. Look, I can pretend to be a friend or something, we’ll make something up.”

“What if I drop my phone? And they see your name?”

Harry sighed. “Please don’t do that. And Lexy, do not listen to a word they say, alright? And don’t panic when they do.”

Lexy thought his words were strange but decided not to comment as the entire situation was already weird enough. So she let Harry design a game plan for her and then decided she would walk to her room with music in, letting Harry off the hook with talking to her.

“Call me as soon as you get to your room,” Harry commanded. “Be careful. And Lexy, don’t say a word.”

“I won’t,” Lexy promised. Then she put her headphones in, turned the music as loud as it would go, and did her very best to ignore the shouting all around her and the hands waving in her face. When she finally made it back to her room, she was glad Nicole was not there, and dialed Harry’s number.

He picked up immediately. “Lexy?”

She started to cry. “Harry, what do I do? I have another class in an hour.”

“Listen to me, baby,” his own voice cracking as he called her the endearment. “I’ll figure this out, okay? You don’t have to worry.”

“How can I not? I have to leave! I didn’t ask for this,” she sobbed. “I want my mom.”

Harry had begun to realize that when Lexy cried for her mom, it was more of a defense mechanism, like he probably had done, in the beginning.

“I wish you had her, babe. I really do. I’m so sorry this is happening. You have no idea.”

Lexy tried to listen to him, she really did. But internally she was freaking out and then her persona kicked in and she wanted to know everything. “What did they say about me? Like what’s everyone talking about?”

“There isn’t any official proof that we’re together. We haven’t been seen in public and neither one of us have said anything. They only know because someone tipped off the media and from there they zeroed in on you.”

“Do you think it was one of my friends?” She asked him in horror at the thought.

“Most likely. The only people who know are my brother and Kate and my father. It could have been anyone though. Literally anyone. Someone could have just seen us together walking around campus and figured out who you were.”

Lexy groaned. “What should I do? What do I do?”

“Do you absolutely have to attend your next class?”

Lexy thought about it. It was a seminar, so they would notice that she wasn’t there. But maybe she could try emailing her professor, maybe just this once they would be understanding. Lexy was a good student, after all. She always attended office hours whenever she could.

“Maybe. I’ll email my professor and call you back,” she told him, already preparing to end the call.

“Lexy—“ Harry started to say.

“I’ll call you back,” she promised, though she herself wasn’t sure if she was actually promising it or not.

A few minutes later she read over the email one more time before sending it. She went over and looked at herself in the mirror, at how her jeans were a little too loose from not being washed, at how her hair was sticking up in her bun, at how there were bags under her eyes from her late nights.

She wondered exactly what the video of her running had looked like, and at how they were going to paint her. She’d always thought of herself as an averagely attractive person but she was sure the internet was bound to see her different. For the first time that day, Lexy’s fingers twitched to google herself.

When she finally did decide to call Harry back, another ten minutes had passed, and there still wasn’t word for her professor just yet.

“You didn’t tell me your sister had a felony,” Harry said in greeting when she picked up the phone.

Then, another first for the day, Lexy decided to get defensive. “I didn’t know I needed to. It’s not really information I give out to people.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve thought about telling me. It’s public record. They know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Your sister is in prison. I’m doing what I can but it’s not much.”

Lexy snapped, like a cord that had been pulled to its limit. She knew it was irrational. She knew it wasn’t Harry’s fault. But she was still done.

“Harry, I can’t. I’m done.”

“Lexy—“

“No. I mean it. I probably should have never let this go on as far as it has. It’s interrupting my school work. It’s fucking up my family. I can’t.”

“It’s not fucking up—“

“Think about Liza-Belle and Deacon, Harry. This is their mom.”

“I survived, didn’t I?”

And the anger boiled up in Lexy like a coke can that had been shook prior to opening. “Your mom never got arrested!” Harry was silent for a while. Lexy took a deep breath and tried to amend what she could. “It’s probably for the best. This will get rid of the media too.”

“Lexy, that’s not the problem. Nothing has been confirmed. They’ll still be there.”

“I’ll tell all my friends nothing is going on.”

“We don’t know who told them. It could have been anyone. Like I said it could have been someone who simply saw us together and let it slip.”

“I’m not waiting to find out.”

Harry took a deep breath and Lexy heard it through the phone. “What if I release a statement and tell people to back off?”

“Then they’ll know for sure! I think the best thing to do is to just stop. We’ll just forget about each other and eventually they will too.”

“Lexy. No.”

“Just don’t call or text me. I’ve got to go to class.”

“Lexy—“

But Lexy hung up on him and it was only a minute later, when she was walking out of the building with her music as loud as it would go and the press started hounding her, that Lexy realized what she had done.

But as the press started to talk to her again, she didn’t care.

She received an email before she was about to walk into her seminar from her professor, telling her that it was of course okay for her to stay out of class and to be safe. Lexy took the opportunity to call home.

Except she didn’t want to talk to Chase because she’d never liked him at all, and she couldn’t call Sara. So her only option was her father.

“Hello?” He said gruffly when he picked up the answer.

“Hey Dad, it’s me. What’s going on?”

“Your sister’s a fucking idiot is what’s going on!” He all but shouted. “She opened up a bank account in your momma’s name. They put her ass in jail. Probably where she belongs. Chase is still at work and I got all them kids here with me. They won’t shut up.”

Lexy closed her eyes, wishing that she was at home right then. They must be so confused. She thought of Deacon especially, and his plea for her to not return to school.

“Are they going to let her out?”

“This is the second time she’s fucked up. They put her bail at something like a hundred thousand.”

“A hundred thousand?!”

“Yeah. No one’s got that kind a money. This is her fault though. Maybe it’s a good thing. She’ll finally learn.”

“And what about the kids?”

“I got them now because Chase is at work.”

“Why aren’t they at school?”

“They didn’t go to school today. I don’t know why.”

Lexy sighed and tried to quickly think of what she could do but kept coming up blank. She wasn’t really sure what would make a difference or if she even could. She couldn’t withdraw from the semester at that point. She wouldn’t be able to take her exams or anything.

She finally hung up with her father as she made her way to her room, with a promise to immediately send him some money until he could figure out what to do. Those days her father still lived off of the remainder of what was left of her mother’s life insurance, which wasn’t enough to take care of the kids indefinitely.

Harry was the furthest thing from her mind until she saw the press again, crowded around her door like they were children waiting for Santa. Lexy wanted to tell them to fuck off but she remembered Harry’s words to not give them something to write about and did her best to ignore them, entering into her dorm and turning on the light.

She transferred money to her father’s account before calling the internship in Spain back, confirming that she’d be working with them for the summer. Then she hung up on them too and rested her head on her desk, counting down the hours until she would have to go to work.

As if she had been confused, there was one thing about the situation that did confirm something for her. And that was that her life was too fucked up for her to ever be with someone like Harry. At least she’d figured it out before they’d gotten too far in.

So Lexy did the only thing she had ever known to do, the only thing that had ever helped her escape. She pulled out her policy textbook and began to read, concentrating solely on the text in front of her.

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Chapter 29. Borrowed Time

‘Harder days are coming. The loan of borrowed time will be due on the horizon. (...)’ - Ingeborg Bachmann

The most northern village in Savoy was Valois-Narcisse, so small that it wasn’t actually reachable by any form of public transportation. Not a lot of people in Savoy even knew Valois-Narcisse by name; Bayona, on the East Coast, was the closest reference point, a beach village considered an under-rated touristic spot. Historically, Valois-Narcisse was populated by sheep and eggplant farmers, not a very sexy niche, and it was still how the village’s only export to local and regional farmer’s markets.

For the following few weeks after Ascot, every time Harry tried to talk about it, his phone corrected the name to ‘value narcissism’, so by the time I drove past the small, rusted iron sign that read its name, I couldn’t help but smile.

One of the reasons Valois-Narcisse was so abandoned was that it was mostly situated up a mountain. Not at the top of the mountain, exactly, although parts of it were. The village just stretched along the mountain, with most of its commerce and eateries, however scarce, down below, and the houses built towards the top, including a couple of small hostels and, lucky for us, one very odd Airbnb.

The houses, bridges and streets were all built of stone and wood, with wildflowers and weeds growing in between, and across the mountain, beyond the village, stood the vast, beautiful Celtic Sea. On days of low tide, locals swore they could see the outline of the Irish coast on the horizon, at least according to the description on Airbnb.

But even if that was an exaggeration, we wouldn’t have cared, because what drew Harry and I to Valois-Narcisse that weekend was how desolate and empty it was. Paparazzi wouldn’t dream of finding us there, so it was there that we scheduled our first getaway. Our first secret rendezvous. Or, as Harry kept reminding me, our first date.

We had been texting non-stop since I left his house after Ascot, about what happened, and also about all things around us, what we were doing or not, and a lot of nothing. It was over text that we made the plans to meet in Vallois-Narcisse for the first time since getting together, it was over text that we discussed the latest of the Adrien saga (he’d been seen out in a club with the singer-girlfriend and their friends), and it was over text that he informed me that since we never got to go on our date the previous year, during our weekend in Vallois-Narcisse, he was going to pull all the stops to ‘take me out’’.

“Are we going out for dinner?” I asked, in our Airbnb, while I got ready in the middle of the afternoon.

“Not really.” He replied, from the small sitting room right outside our suite. “And stop trying to guess, just get ready.”

He had refused to tell me anything about the date, claiming it was supposed to be as real as the real one would have been and in the real one, it would have been a surprise.

“It’s very hard to get ready when I don’t know what we’re doing.” I sighed. “How casual am I supposed to look?”

“Casual.” He replied, unhelpful. “Maybe wear sneakers.”

“Well, that’s one decision off my conscience.” I mumbled to myself, staring at my options laid out in the bed, my small suitcase open on the floor.

I had chosen a preppy, plaid short skirt in shades of white and blue, and I had all the tops I had brought in the bed as possible options. For shoes, I removed the flats from the lineup, and put on my white Nike’s, turning around to look at the tops again.

“Are you ready? It’s time.” Harry called from the other room.

“Just–! Just give me ten minutes!” I shouted back, nervously.

I realized how ridiculous it was. It was just a gesture – a sweet, romantic, gesture – to have a first date when we had already slept together more than once. More than twice. The previous night, for instance. It made no sense, it was just sweet. So there was no reason to be nervous, and I knew that. Rationally, I knew that.

Still, as I looked at the clothes I brought, I hated every single one. I threw the Jurassic Park tee back into the suitcase – too casual –, and looked at the Kimono top, a greenish blue shade, long, loose sleeves, a nice, laidback fit to contrast with the skirt. The other two options, a tight, square neckline, navy blue, crop top, and a loose, green, blouse with spaghetti sleeves, both matched the skirt and were casual enough, but seemed more appropriate for the weather.

“…It’s been ten minutes.” Harry’s voice came back from the other room, patiently cautious.

“Coming!”

In one panicked move, I grabbed the green, strappy blouse and put it on. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly applied some tinted sunblock to my face. I wanted to apply actual makeup, but convinced myself it was silly. He’d seen me without makeup many times already. It wasn’t a real first date, no matter how big the knot on my stomach was, so I just grabbed a pair of earrings, my every-day necklace, and sunglasses, and burst through the door in a hurry, ready to run as if we had an actual reservation, even though I was perfectly aware that no restaurant in this village town worked like that.

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go!” I said, looking at him, who startled up from the couch and looked me up and down, appreciatively.

“Mary, wow.” He smiled, slowly, approaching me with careful steps. “You look…”

“What are you doing?!” I laughed, blushing. “You saw me five minutes ago. I look the same. I just put on a different, very casual, outfit.”

“Will you just pretend with me? Please?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “We never got to have our first date, just… let’s just pretend we’re a normal couple today.”

I shook my head, grinning. “…Fine.”

He took another step towards me and, from seemingly thin air, produced a white daisy.

I sighed. I wanted to say ‘really?’, but I bit down my sarcasm, and took my flower.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful!” I said, adding a little more emotion than necessary.

He sighed heavily, making me laugh. “Come on, ma’am, we have a date.”

“Yes, sir.”

Our Airbnb was in a secluded property at the end of a dead-end granite driveway off of the main road. Instead of taking that direction, however, we walked towards the hike trail in the opposite direction. I wanted to ask what was on the huge backpack he’d brought, but I knew he was just waiting for the opportunity to tell me it was a surprise, so I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

He announced we had arrived when we reached a clearing amongst the trees. The grass and weeds were a little high, but nothing that made it impossible for us to sit down and enjoy ourselves. Especially because, as I soon discovered, Harry had a picnic blanket in his backpack. Because Harry had a whole picnic in his backpack.

“A picnic?!” I asked, excited.

“You like picnics?” He smiled, setting the blanket down.

“I love picnics!” I said, excitedly. “Don’t go to many, because… you know, outside, not very safe.”

“Yes, I do know.” He nodded, going through his bag, “Fortunately this place has enough privacy for us.”

“How did you even know to come here?”

“I googled it.” He replied, simply.

From his bag, he took out a bottle of sparkly wine and two ceramic looking plastic plates, which he sat down at opposite ends of the blanket. He then placed two linen napkins, folded, on top, with a set of cutlery over each.

“You thought this through.” I noticed.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged, removing a piece of paper from his pocket and reading it quickly. “I do have visual aids, though.”

In his bag, he also had acrylic Tupperware with a number of cheeses, which he then laid out on a wooden board. In another container, he had brought an assortment of cut veggies with a smaller cup inside, with ranch, which he remembered was my favorite. For our main course, he dramatically revealed large sandwiches from his favorite London restaurant, perfectly packaged and cut, for easier consumption. And for dessert, there were also a number of fruits and two small pots with what looked like cheesecakes.

“This is… incredible.”

He seemed the most flattered I had ever seen him.

“Thank you!” He said, folding his note quickly.

“Can I see that?”

“What? Oh, no, it’s just a little reminder of where things go–Oh–okay.”

I walked over to him and grabbed the paper before he could return it to his pocket; it was a list of instructions on how to set up the picnic, in his own handwriting. It even said ‘transfer cheese to wooden board’ and included a drawing of how to set up the napkins on top of the plates, with the cutlery on top of the napkins.

“This is… so sweet.” I gushed, watching him blush. “Where did you get this from?”

“I googled picnics.” He shrugged. “Well, first I googled first date ideas. Then saw the picnic idea and went on google street view to see if this place would be good for one. Then googled how to do a picnic.” He shrugged, grabbing the paper back and folding it. “Not a big deal.”

It was the way he blushed slightly and still made it sound like it wasn’t a big deal that he put in that much effort into giving us one afternoon where we could pretend we were a normal couple, untouched by tragedy. That’s what made my heart swoon for him.

I didn’t even have time to kiss him, though. He was so adamant to continue as if nothing was the problem that he just held my hand and sat down, pulling me with him.

“So…” He started, smiling. “So good that we are finally able to do this.”

“It is.” I agreed, amused.

“Wine?”

“Yes, please.”

“So, tell me, what is it that you do?” I laughed so loudly he reluctantly joined me.

“I’m sorry, it’s just too weird.”

“Come on!” He complained. “Like a normal first date, just go with it.”

“Okay, okay…” I sighed, still smiling. “What I do for a living… I… I am a lawyer.” He gave me an annoyed look. “What? If I’m talking to someone who doesn’t know what I do for a living, I’m not gonna tell them.”

“Fair. But be honest.”

I sighed. “Alright. I have a law degree from Harvard, which I’m really proud of, and I mostly have experience with copyright law… But I am not practicing right now.”

“Really? How so?”

I gave him an annoyed look this time. “I… I made a career change last year towards working on my… family business.”

He grinned. “How interesting.”

“Thank you. It’s been very rewarding.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t an easy choice to make.”

My smile faltered slightly. “It wasn’t fully my choice… But I’m happy with it, regardless.” I added, to assuage his reaction.

He nodded, silently. After a while, he added, “Are you?”

I shifted the position of my legs under me, using the time it took to think it through.

“Yes. Yes? I think so.” I shrugged. “Honestly, I haven’t really stopped to figure that out… Not exactly a priority.”

“It should be.”

I smiled. Not knowing how to change the subject, I reached out to the platter next to me and grabbed a piece of cheese.

“This is really good.” I added.

He smiled, accepting of the change of subject.

“Alright, time for you to ask something.”

“Oh. Okay… Uhm.” I finished chewing slowly as I thought about it. “Where… are you from? Originally?”

He rolled his eyes, smiling. “I’m from England.”

“Oh, really? Interesting.” I said, overly impressed. “Where in England?”

“London.” He added, grinning. “I was born and raised in Central London.”

“Fancy.” I added, appreciatively, making him chuckle. “Do you like living there?”

He considered this. “…not particularly.”

I stopped chewing. “Really?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know… I mean, I liked it, yes, in that… generic, mandatory way you always feel you must like the place you are from. Like, I will defend it if I must. But… if I had a choice, would I want to spend the rest of my life there? I’m not sure I would.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “Well.”

“Go on.” He said, grinning.

“Oh, I just mean… I love New York, it was one of the best experiences of my life living there for a year after law school, even if those memories are tainted with the presence of my ex… But as much as I love New York, and a lot of other places I’ve been to… coming home to Savoy is just…” I shrugged. “I don’t know, I couldn’t imagine staying away forever, you know? It’s home.”

He nodded. “I don’t know, I just don’t have that sense of attachment to England. To my family and friends, sure. But to the place? I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

We were silent for a while, eating cheese and drinking wine, and pondering over the words said. Then he perked up again, cheerily, and said,

“Tell me about your family.”

I gave the sky an eye roll. “…Fine.”

“Wow. So aggressive.” He noted, chuckling.

“Shut up.” I said. “Okay. Well, I’m the oldest of three. My brother was the middle child, but he passed away last year. He was three years younger than me and we got along really well. My sister is about eleven years younger than me, so we are not as close, though we’ve gotten a lot closer recently.”

“That’s nice to hear.” He smiled.

“My mother was born in Northern Savoy, her father is French, her mother is Savoyen. My grandfather has a property management and consultancy business, and my grandmother was always a stay-at-home mother. My mother only has one sister, Aunt Katherine, who’s now taken over my grandfather’s business, though her husband, Merlin, who is a Lord, seems to be making most of the calls. That is the root of most of the disagreements between my mother and Aunt, currently.”

“Tough.” He noted.

“Aunt Katherine has two children, Camille is the eldest, she’s been married to Hamilton Costeau for a few years, he’s a hotshot nightclub owner from the capital, and they’re expecting their first child currently. Her brother, Adam, is a freelance graphic designer, he’s married to a writer named Marcia. They’re probably my most normal relatives except that they’re wild, crazy hippies.”

He laughed. “How so?”

“They had a fully vegan wedding in a bowling alley and they live in a boat.”

He almost spit out his wine laughing. “What?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m gonna need more information.”

“There’s not really that much more to it. To be fair, the vegan menu was actually pretty good and bowling is fun. Haven’t been bowling since, so it’s a good memory. We don’t see them a lot, because of the boat.”

“When you say boat…?”

“Not a yatch or anything like that. It’s one of those small, house boats, like in Amsterdam? Except they actually use it to sail around since they’re both freelance and can work from anywhere.”

“Honestly… that sounds great.”

“They’re cool.” I nodded. “Let’s see… on my father’s side, he has two older sisters. Marilou Bondy is in her sixties, her husband is a Vice Admiral in the navy, and they have two kids in their mid-thirties. Zaccharie, married to Amber, they have two kids who are three and five years-old. Zacc is a business manager in a shipping company, his wife has a graduate degree in Psychology, but now is a stay-at-home mom. Zacc’s sister, Heloise, is CEO of a multinational company, and her husband is a doctor. They’re by far my relatives who’ve got it together the most.”

“Sounds like it, those are some big jobs. They have kids?”

“A two year old, adorable. All my cousin’s children are. We have good genes.” He laughed. “Let me see, what else? My father’s second oldest sister, Stephanie, married a Lord of Luxembourg, uncle Ellis, so they live there. They have three kids, Josephine, Klaus, and Catarina.”

“Klaus! I know Klaus!” He said, happily, “Love Klaus. He’s fun!”

“Yes, he’s… very you.” I noted, amused. “How did you two meet, anyway?”

“Oh, he met a friend of mine during gap year, so my friend introduced us at a festival later on.”

“Of course.” I nodded. “As you know, he works for an investment firm. His youngest sister, Catarina, is twenty-three, she took a few years after school to figure it out, so she’s still finishing her degree. And the oldest, Josephine, is an interior designer, and she’s actually getting married next month, to Marius Allard, who owns a network of gyms in Luxembourg.”

“Royal wedding?” He asked.

“A small one, but yes.”

“You going?”

 “Yes.” I smiled. “Anyway. Then, there’s my father, the middle child, oldest brother, and they also have two youngest brothers. Or, had. Adrien’s father died many years ago of lymphoma, so now Adrien is next in line for the throne after Lourdes. You know him, so no need to go into it.”

“How is he doing in New York, by the way?” He asked, pouring us more wine. “I read he and the singer were seen partying in a boat?”

“For the fourth of July, yes.” I nodded. “My father and the advisors are… how can I say it? Pissed.” He chuckled. “Celebrating an American holiday, half naked, in a boat, with a bunch of celebrities, including his pink-haired girlfriend… they want him to come back.”

“Of course they do.”

“Adrien has a younger sister, Natalie, who’s my favorite.” I said, gushing. “She’s awesome, sweet, positive, always down for a good chat, though not big into parties or crowds–”

“So, the opposite of Adrien?”

“Yes.” I laughed. “Nat is getting her masters in Sorbonne, she studies literature and communications. Their mom, Princess Annette, has been a working royal for many years. Finally, my youngest uncle, Prince Albert, is also a working royal. He divorced his wife about five years ago, which was a huge scandal at the time, but we’ve managed to ride it out, and now everyone gets along fine. His ex-wife is even still a working royal, as well.”

“Woah.” He said, brows raised. “We could learn a thing or two from about how to handle divorce in a healthy way.”

“Agreed.” I said, teasing. “They have three kids. Maryanne is eighteen, currently serving her minimum military course post-graduation. Her brother James is sixteen, he’s in boarding school in Switzerland, and Sarah, who’s ten, attends the same boarding school as Lourdes… and that’s it. Unless you want to hear about my extended family, in which case we might be here a while.”

He nodded. While he digested the info-dump I’d just given him, I took the time to finish my wine and have some veggies and ranch.

“Question.” He said, unwrapping our sandwiches, “Why did you only mention two or three working royals?”

“My father’s oldest sisters lost their title upon marriage, and Aunt Stephanie lives in Luxembourg. Aunt Marilou and her husband do work sometimes, but that’s mostly because of her husband’s Admiral job. So, it’s mostly my father and his brothers who work for the Crown. Since Uncle James died, Adrien and his mom work, too, although he’s in New York now. His sister is still in school, so she’s excused. And that leaves uncle Albert and his ex-wife, and their kids are too young. There’s also some cousins of my father who are working royals, though they also have private careers.”

He nodded. “So that’s why you said you would have to become a working royal eventually.”

“Yep. That’s why a lot of the burden was already mine before, and also why I knew it would eventually be mine again. I just… I had hoped I’d have some time in-between.”

“Well,” he took the cheese platter and moved it to the side, leaning in closer to me. “You have time now.”

“I do, don’t I?” I smiled. “What should I do with it?”

“I have an idea.” He grinned, leaning in the rest of the way to touch his lips to mine.

His hand cupped my jaw as we kissed, my skin warm either from the sun or his touch. I put my glass down, mindlessly, not caring when I felt it fall to the grass. I slid my hand across his hair and laid back down, pulling him on top of me.

It was just one afternoon of borrowed time, but it was ours.

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It was a cloudy summey day, not great weather for a royal wedding, but it would have to do because Princess Josephine Anne-Marie Elyse of Luxembourg was ready to become Mrs. Marius Allard.

Normally, we wouldn’t all go to a royal wedding just because we were royals, but we were family this time, so we arrived, my family and I, in Luxembourg two nights before. The rehearsal dinner went without a hitch, and so the following morning we got ready in our hotel and waited with other foreign family members for the shutles that would drive us to the church.

I had changed Harry’s contact on my phone to Hedwig – a name I took from Harry Potter – just in case someone saw me texting him, which was bound to happen as were texting so much more often. This didn’t stop my heart from nearly freezing when I received a photo from him. It was a mirror selfie showcasing him in his ceremony military uniform, black and red, with medals to his chest. The text read: ‘beautiful day for a wedding’.

I sighed; A few weeks prior to this, Harry had excitedly informed me during a late-night facetime call, that his family had assigned him to represent them to Josephine’s wedding.

“Why?!” I asked then, astonished.

“Ouch.” He said, sarcastic. “I’m great at weddings.”

“I’m not saying you’re not.” I said, rolling my eyes. “And of course I want to see you! But… my whole family is going to be there! Isn’t your father supposed to do these things? Or your uncle?”

“My father will be busy, my uncle was going to go, yes, but turns out his son has pneumonia so he’s staying put.” He shrugged. “And since I know Klaus, they figured I would be more familiar to the bride and groom than my brother.”

I was quiet, biting my lower lip nervously.

“What? This is good! I’m excited I get to see you all dolled up so soon!”

But I couldn’t get my excitement to match his – and I tried. It was just too risky, not to mention it felt like the day would be torture. To be near him again and have to pretend I didn’t want to hold his hand? Kiss his lips? Rip the clothes right off his body? It was too much.

Sighing, I went to the bathroom and discreetly took my own mirror selfie showcasing my light pink dress with a darker pink on a slit falling from my hips, and my large disc fascinator, and texted it to him.

‘It is unfair how perfect you look’, he replied. It made me smile, and I tried to hold on to that feeling as we rode to the church.

As family, we were close to the last group to arrive, so when I walked down the red carpeted entrance towards the church behind my parents, all I could think was that Harry must already be inside.

We trotted behind, stopping to salute the military battalion in formation under the country’s flag – a Luxembourg tradition. Military personnel saluted, civilians lowered their heads or curtsied. Since mandatory minimum service was still considered service, I saluted with my father, as mom and Lourdes curtsied.

Inside, we were ushered to the front of the church by a palace aide. Because of the odd number of seats, our parents and I were seated one row in front of Lourdes, who found herself sitting between, of all people, Adrien and Harry.

My parents greeted Adrien, who was there fresh from a plane from New York, and then looked at Harry, who received from then a curt nod before they turned to the front.

"How's...? Uhm?" I started, as my cousin kissed my cheeks.

"Sienna?" He asked, sighing. "Her name is Sienna."

"Right. Sienna."

"She's good. She's recording a new album." He replied.

"How... fortuitous." I nodded, as he took his seat again.

Before I sat down, Harry managed to give me a sneaky wink. I blushed, and turned to the front.

We seemed to be the last frontier between family and important guests, as next to Harry sat other royals and in front of us, were mostly empty seats that filled quickly after we arrived.

Just as the music started, Lourdes, who'd been chatting excitedly between Adrien and Harry, sighed loudly and stage-whispered,

"Ah, damn, I'll barely be able to see Josephine from here." She complained. “Margueritte’s hat is too big.”

As calm as I could, I turned to her, taking the care to make myself sound annoyed. "Do you want to trade seats?"

"Really?" She asked, "Is that allowed?"

I looked at my parents, who were already discreetly looking at us.

"Is it?" I asked.

"I believe so." My father said.

Mom leaned closer to me. "Are you sure you don't mind, chérie?"

I smiled, already getting to my feet. "It's fine. At least this way she'll be quiet."

"I heard that." Lourdes said as she passed me by.

I took her seat and crossed my legs at my ankles, holding my head high facing forward, pretending I didn't see the grin on Harry's face. 

Josephine looked breathtaking; lace bodice, three quarter sleeves, flowy, tulle, ball gown skirt, hair pinned back in a low hairdo, a long veil falling down from her family’s tiara – a Luxembourg tiara –, matching diamond earrings. It was difficult to take my eyes from her, except from one thing.

Harry was touching my hand. His fingers very gently grazed mine, slowly stretching until our middle fingers were enlaced. It was such a simple gesture. Such a light touch. But so many people around who were not meant to know about us. My heart beat faster on my chest and I felt my skin warmer as I remembered all the other ways in which that hand had touched me. I risked a look at him, who stared ahead determinedly.

As the song came to a slow end, I pulled my hand from his, startled, thinking for some reason the silence would make us more visible.

The priest began to speak in a monotone, calm voice up front. By my side, Harry adjusted himself in his seat, leaving his left knee to lightly, but very deliberately, touch mine.

I bit down a grin, sighing. Thinking two could play this game, I reached for the neckline of my dress with my hand, adjusting it slightly as if to fix something, but ‘accidentally’ pulling it down sligthly. As it was V shaped, this enlarged my cleavage only slightly, especially as I crossed my arms over my lap, pulling my breasts together.

I stared ahead, ignoring Harry, but I felt his leg press harder against mine.

“Beautiful wedding, isn’t it?” I whispered to him, pointing my chest in his direction.

“Is this another catholic tradition?” He whispered very lightly leaning closer to me. I smiled, blushing.

I looked down at my lap, fiddling with the program. I had no idea where we were on it, which is why I startled again as suddenly everyone rose from their seats to sing another hymn. I followed, pulling my dress up nervously, but I did leave my arm down hoping Harry would touch my hand again.

It took him what felt like the whole song, but then he finally did. I allowed my own fingers to caress his this time, missing being able to touch him, feeling my palms sweating as the thought.

When we sat down again, and someone else started speaking, he leaned down slowly and asked, whispery:

“Truth or dare?”

I sighed dramatically, and gave him a stern look, hiding my amusement.

“Truth.” I mouthed.

He grinned, and leaned down again. “What were you thinking about during the song?”

What he was asking was, of course, ‘what were you thinking about while our hands touched secretly in the middle of this very full church?’

I leaned to him, but starting ahead, said, “About how good it felt last time you fingered me–”

He sighed, heavily, leaning away from me, adjusting his tie as if it was the most important thing in the world.

He didn’t allow me to ask it back, his eyes stared firmly and frustratingly ahead for the rest of the – very long – service.

When Josephine and Marius walked out as husband and wife, we all waited for their close families to follow and then to the aides to guide us away at the right time. Harry continued to deliberately look away from me at all times. 

We were ushered back into the shuttles with the rest of the family, everyone talking excitedly about their favorite moments of the ceremony. I kept my comments to the dress, the only part I remembered in detail.

The reception was held in the palace; I didn’t see Harry again for a very long time. No one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, other than Lourdes who asked if I was mad at him because we seemed to have ‘barely spoken’.

As all the guests were in their seats, I finally found Harry in a distant table with other foreign royals who weren’t family. There were speeches, there were dances, there were entrées and champagne, and Harry’s eyes continued to find mine whenever I looked at him. Luckily, I was able to distract myself by my family grilling Adrien about his inappropriate girlfriend.

Conversation was the sound of the night in between courses when I decided to find a bathroom to re-apply my lipstick.

“If you pass by a waiter, would you ask for someone to bring me more water?” Lourdes asked as I left.

“I’m not your maid.”

“Really? It’ll cost nothing–”

“Shut up, of course I’ll do it.”

She rolled her eyes in response.

I was distracted, looking around for a waiter, when my eyes found Harry’s again. This time, too intense to look away. He put his hands in his pocket and pointedly walked out of the hall.

I sighed. It was too idiotic a choice to follow him. Yet, there I was. My feet moving of their own accord.

He walked off down the hallway, calm as can be, stopping only to ask an aide for directions. Down another hallway, he turned to the right, before confidently opening a door, turning back to lock his eyes on mine, and walk inside.

I bit my lower lip and looked around. There was a staff member walking off in the distance, but no one around other than that. I didn’t know if that would last. I walked to the door,  and casually looked around one more time. No one was watching. No one around. I took in a deep breath, and walked inside.

I quickly closed the door behind me, but I had no time to notice anything else. Harry’s lips were on mine, strongly, arms framing me in place against the door. One hand turned the lock, the other traveled up and down my side, his heavy breath on my skin.

“That was not okay.” He said, voice low, anguished, against my neck. “Back there.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I said, innocently. “All I remember is a lovely ceremony.”

He grinned against my neck in between kisses. “Fuck you.”

"It's true.”

“You liked when I fingered you, right?” He asked, lightly biting my earlobe. “Maybe I should do it again, then.”

My whole body trembled at the thought of going back outside, pretending nothing had happened, still pulsating with his touch on me.

“…maybe you should.” I said, weakly, feeling his large hand grasp my breast. “Right here. Right now.”

“…that would be really stupid, now, wouldn’t it?” He asked, reaching down for the hem of my dress, pulling it upwards. “We wouldn’t want to be caught… what would they think?”

“It would be such a scandal.” I agreed, feeling his hands now grip my thighs, pulling me up in one quick move.

He pinned against the wall, legs around his waist, leaving me in the perfect position to feel him thrusting his hardened dick against my crotch.

He touched his forehead to mine, and grinned.

“You’re fucking torture, Your Royal Highness.”

I grinned, happily, wrapping my legs tighter around him.

“You like it.”

He smiled in response, his hands rounded my thighs to reach below in between my legs, finding a path under my wet underwear.

“I do.” He confessed, touching me like it was the very first time. “I like it a lot.”

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[A/N: Well. This was a lot. LOL what do you think??? A lot of...stuff coming so I wanted to take a chapter for happiness only. Also, I promise all that family tree stuff is important. THANK YOU FOR READING AND SORRY I’M LATE! Have a grat week! Next chapter: invictus games! harry’s birthday! MM and Harry get careless... tune in to find out what happens ;) ]

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Chapter 47 - Sverige

They decided to stay in Noronha for a few more days and they were about to change their tickets again when reality came and knocked on their door.

They both did not want to come back to England because they knew that they would need to do a few things in regards of their relationship. Harry was, as always, respectful of Carol’s timing and they did spend most nights talking about what was to be expected of their relationship. He was guiding her through it all and assuring her that they wouldn’t lose themselves in the middle of media, palace and protocols.

He briefly explained to her what could and could not be done and she had figured half of it by herself before she even met him. Everyone knew that the girlfriends used to have a hard time specially with the media. His previous girlfriends had gone through hell and not to mention what Kate had to endure over all those years. Although he was doing his best not to scare her, she was scared – but not for a second regretting her decision. She wanted to talk to someone who had actually gone through it.

“You should not worry about the palace and protocols as for now...” he said while they were flying back home, on the private jet of the Royal Family. “They will leave us be for now, to see if the relationship evolves.” he paused and looked at her “The only thing you will have to do is obvious and you probably know already.”

She laughed.

“Yeah… keep to myself, trust no one, accept a new phone so I don’t get hacked. Also change email addresses, lockers and such… it all before the media finds out who I am.” she answered. “How long do you thing we can keep this as a secret?”

“Well… we were just surrounded by family and all staff have signed NDA’s. We are both loaded with work, so we probably won’t be sleeping over as much… I think, if we are lucky, four to six months of oblivion.” he said. “But we need to check that with Foxy and the team.”

“What about your grandmother?” she asked.

“What about her?”

“Are you going to tell her? Do you have to write a formal letter for the Royal book?” she was clearly insecure and he side embraced her.

“How do you even know about the Royal book…. Never mind… I will tell her, of course. Come to think of it, I find that she was actually expecting this.”

“Was she now?” Carol was surprised.

“I think she was… she liked you, Carol. I told you that many times.”

“Well… pardon me for not believing that the Queen liked me after our only three minute encounter.” they both laughed. “Ok… I think I can do this. Just need to stay out of the media and not let them discover who I am. Can’t even imagine what to tell my boss if they find out too soon.”

“It’s quite hilarious that you work at BBC and somewhat with media and press and you are dating me. Quite the breaking news to change a journalist's life. Ain’t it?”

“I think our dating is quite life changing enough. I could though tip one of my friends and make a change in someone else’s life.”  - They both laughed hard at that.

As expected, as soon as they landed, real life came crashing on them.

Harry went straight to Kensington on a separate car and Carol waited for an hour to leave the airport, so the press would be gone by then. She went home and after unpacking and a shower, and obviously a phone call with Harry, she started checking her emails and saw that she had tons to do.

She wanted to work a bit more, but when she noticed it was way past 10pm and the jet lag was taking a toll on her, she made a cup of tea and went to bed.

When she left her flat the next morning, she felt like she was being watched. She looked around but there was only the friendly elderly couple that she saw every morning, she said a few amenities to them, as always and kept walking to the nearest station.

She couldn’t stop glancing around. It seemed to her that all eyes were on her. Like the world already knew.

The reality was that everyone was tending to their own business and just commuting to work in that morning.

She took several deep breaths and started to reason. If someone had said something, Harry would have let her know. And she wouldn’t be able to leave her apartment due to the photographers.

She arrived at work and barely had the time to sit on her chair. Her boss called her for a meeting and she cursed under her breath.

Before she arrived at the meeting room, she sent two texts.

The first one to Harry:

C: Why do I feel like the word is out?

The second one to Sofia

C: We need to chat. REALLY need to chat. Going to a meeting now. Are you free for a call around lunch time?

“I mean it, Sofia. It looks like everyone knows!” Carol whispered on her phone while having lunch on her desk.

“Has anyone said anything about it? Boss, coworkers, Edward, Harry?” Sofia calmly answered.

“No. Harry assured me that no one knows.”

“So… its something of your imagination, Carol. Just chill. Take a deep breath. Stop freaking out for no reason. Otherwise you won’t have much energy when everyone does know.”

“You are right… I mean. It’s been less than a week… first day back in London.”

“Your fears are getting the best of you. Stop it!”

“Ok… How did you do it?”

“One day at a time. And focusing on what mattered.” Sofia said and Carol could hear Alexander’s giggle, she was probably playing with the little boy. “Focus on strengthening your relationship, evolving as partners. When the storm hits, you and him will be ready. Don’t waste your energy on something that has not even happened yet.”

“Ok. I will do that…” she took a deep breath. “I will be in Sweden in two weeks. Can we meet?”

“Of course. Let me know when so I can arrange. Do you want to stay with us?” she offered.

“I really don’t want to bother. They have booked a hotel for me at Gamla Stan. But thank you.”

“Well… we can meet for lunch nearby where you will be working, but I want you to come and have dinner with us. So you can meet little Alexander.” they both laughed when they little boy answered “jag” (yes) on the background.

“Will do. And… Sofia, thank you for this.”

“Don’t have to thank me.”

“I don’t believe it! It took us one whole week to be able to be together. I think we should both quit our jobs and only date for a living.” Harry said while helping her make dinner at her place.

She simply laughed.

“We chatted everyday though. Even had Skype calls.” she said mixing the ingredients in the pan.

“Not the same as being with you, touching and kissing you. I swear it Carol, our jobs suck.”

“Its not like you can quit yours though...” she smiled and pecked his lips and caressed his face. “But I do appreciate the fact that you missed me and want to spend more time with me.”

“Of course I want to spend more time with you, darling. You are my girl. I have fought so hard to have you. Don’t want to lose you by not being there when you need me.” He was truly concerned about it.

“You are not going to lose me that easily. I do think we should be working less, but with William still in Norfolk and me with all my trips, we are going to have to accept the fact that we are going to be separated most of the time.” she turned off the heat of the stove “Which I think is good… time apart makes us miss each other more.” she bit her lower lip and he kissed her temple.

“I just want this to work. I just want to enjoy while most people don’t know about us.”

“We will make the most of the time we got, babe. Don’t worry.” she started setting the table for them and humming a song.

“Its been a while since you did that.” he said taking a sip of his beer and admiring her.

“Since I did what?” she asked.

“Hummed. You used to that all the time when we were working.”

“You noticed that?” she was surprised. Sometimes she didn’t even realize she was humming the same song.

“Of course I did. At first it drove me nuts, but I have started to enjoy this sound.”

She smiled at him.

“I don’t know this song, though.” he added.

“I will share it with you when I’m ready.” she smiled and they both sat to eat and catch up on their week’s work.

Not in a million years both of them would’ve thought that they would rather spend the night in instead of going out to restaurants, pubs or dance clubs.

They took their time having dinner, did the dishes together and laid on Carol’s bed to watch some TV shows. Carol wanted this now more than ever, this sense of normalcy. Here, inside her apartment it only existed both of them. And she did not had to worry about anything else on this world.

She made herself comfortable in his arms and closed her eyes for a minute to forget the nasty headaches she’s had for longer than she could remember and that now have been joined by heartburn.

“When are you going to Sweden?” he asked.

“Next week. I have bought Alexander lots of gifts.” she said excitedly.

“Have you now?” he laughed. “I swear, you spend all your salary in spoiling kids. First Tommy, now Alexander...”

“Wait until I meet George and Charlotte.” they both laughed at that. “I just love kids. That’s all. If it was for me, I would’ve bought things for Estelle, Oscar and Arthur… but I don’t know Victoria...”

“Yet.” he interrupted her.

“I don’t know Victoria yet… as I was saying…. And I don’t know how she would feel like in receiving gifts from a stranger.”

“Well… she always gets gifts from strangers on her birthday, doesn’t she?”

“But that’s different… completely different.”

“Do you think you are OK to fly? You complained about your heartburn for the whole week. And headaches and flights are a very bad combination.”

“I have to, though. I have been taking lots of meds for that. Hopefully it will pass soon.”

“You know… I should be a therapist. After my slightly push you and Harry started dating.” Sofia said mid lunch when they met.

“You did help me a lot, Sofia. Thank you. But its not easy. Not that I thought it would be. I mean, every relationship is hard. But in our case… its harder.” Carol took a huge sip of water as the heartburn had worsened.

“I will give you that. But so far you guys are doing a great job.” she smiled.

“Thanks.”

“Who else knows?”

“My mom and stepdad, my sister and probably her mom. His immediate staff, Skippy and Lara, Arthur and Alessandra. Julia, a friend of mine and I believe he has informed his grandmother, but  I am not sure. You and Carl Philip as well.” Carol said before taking a bite of the meatball she had ordered.

“I thought he had told William too...”

“Nah… he and William are not really speaking of personal subjects at the moment… He will at some point as it’s been a month since we’re dating.” Carol smiled remembering the exact night he asked her.

“Less people knowing the best...”

“Airplane again?” she asked looking at the little blonde boy that was staring right back at her.

“Jag, jag, jag!!!” Alexander had his arms in the air for she to pick him up and make airplane noises while walking with him around his playroom and watched by his parents.

She picked him up, made the noises and gave three full circles around the couch and his toys and put him on the floor again, quickly sitting and asking the little cherub to sit by her side, as she was completely dizzy and tired of all the times she had done that before.

“Alexander, I am going to take you to London with me!” Carol said, still out of breath and dizzy. “How come a two year old can be so sweet???”

The little boy just smiled and asked Carol to play with the stuffed tiger she had brought him.

Carol tried to learn a few basic Swedish words so the boy would understand her, but they were getting along just fine. She even, for a minute or two, forgot that his parents were in the room and that they were in the middle of a conversation.

After they had dinner and Carl Philip excused himself to put the little boy to bed, Sofia accompanied Carol to the door.

“Are you alright?” she asked.

“Just a heartburn that doesn’t leave me for two weeks now.” she answered.

“Its odd for someone to have that for that long… I really hate heartburn. I’ve had it during my whole pregnancy.” Sofia said and offered her some pills that would help. Carol thanked after she got the small box.

“I did know that I had a few issues with my stomach. Just did not know it was too severe. Already have an appointment when I get back. Thank you again, Sofia for having me.”

“Thank you for visiting and babysitting for us!” they both smiled. “Next time you come our remodel will be ready at Villa Solbacken.”

“Can’t wait for next time.”

Carol went straight to Kensington palace after her plane landed. She only had a quick stop at Boots and then hired a cab outside the airport. She was supposed to go to the office, but she called in sick and her boss was starting to cut her some slack due to how hard she was working these past weeks.

She arrived and saw Martha, Harry’s housekeeper and tried her best to not be rude. Her discomfort had reached a level where she was a bitch even to her shadow. But it wasn’t Martha’s fault. She asked if she could go to Harry’s bedroom or if Martha still needed to clean that. The sweet housekeeper said she could stay anywhere in the cottage and promptly grabbed her luggage to start her laundry. Carol tried to fight and say that it wasn't necessary, but the other woman insisted.

Carol only grabbed her tote and he laptop case and went to Harry’s room. She had texted him on the way saying she was going to his house and if he could meet her there. She said she missed him and that Carl Philip had sent him a few bottles (which was true).

She paced his bedroom for a whole five minutes both trying to see if that would relieve this fucking heartburn she was feeling. She was waiting for the meds to kick in. Sofia’s meds really did help and she made sure to buy a few more before she left Sweden. Also she was trying to be bold and do something that was echoing in her mind.

Deciding that there was no point in delaying the inevitable, she opened her bag, got the package she bought at Boots and went to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, she was wearing Harry’s pajamas when he arrived. Happy to see her and concerned because he had been informed that she wasn’t 100% well while in Sweden.

She hugged him tighter than ever. She needed him and his assurance.

She needed his smell and his body. She needed him beside her today more than ever.

“Hey… babe. What’s wrong. I am here. Do you want to go to the ER?” Harry whispered calmly while caressing her wet hair.

She just needed his embrace and presence, for she didn’t know for how long she would have it.

“Tell me what you need.”

“You” she whispered back.

“I am here.” he answered.

“Do you plan on staying? Through thick and thin?”

“Of course, Carolina. Have you gone mental? You’re my ride or die. The love of my live.” he answered and looked at her. She was crying and he didn’t know why.

“You promise?” she asked while he was drying her tears.

“Of course, I promise. What happened to you, darling?”

She tried to tell him. She really did. But her tears and her nervousness took the best of her.

She simply hold his hand and took him to his en suite bathroom.

There, on the marble top of the sink was something that would change their lives forever.

Staring at them as if they have a bright arrow pointing at it stood three pregnancy tests.

Harry didn’t understand what it meant for a moment and approached.

And he saw the most bright pink straws on the three of them.

N/A: FRESH NEW CHAPTER FOR YOU.

Already working on the next one.

Hope you enjoy it.

I truly missed you guys.

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Chapter 6 - Landing in London

After a very mediocre flight to London, the plane finally landed in London.

I sent Harry a text that telling him I had landed. He had told me a few days ago that he would arrange for his personal security to pick me up from the airport.  

Going to baggage claim I earned quite a few stares and the sound of gasps and phones taking pictures embarrassed me. I tried to ignore it the best I could and kept my head down. I knew it was going to draw attention that I was in London and would most likely be spotted around Kensington Palace where Harry lives. 

I grabbed my stuff as soon as it came around on the conveyor belt. 

It was very early in the morning. I took the red eye so I could send more time with Harry but I don't ever sleep well on airplanes so I was definitely tired. I decided on getting some coffee before I found Harry’s security guard to bring me to Harry’s place.

I got myself a large vanilla latte and then wandered through the airport when I saw a large man in a black polo with black slacks holding a sign with an alias name Harry uses a lot. 

I approached the man, his name was Chris, and we exchanged a few words before he led me to his car.

“Oh let me get that, miss.” He went to pick up my suitcase.

“It’s okay, I have it.”

“I insist.” he smiled and took my luggage for me. He started walking so I followed.

We approached the doors of the airport and there were many, many photographers.

“Stay behind me, miss.” Chris said and I followed his orders. We went through the doors and it was chaos.

I tried to keep my head down with my hat covering most of my face when I did that.

The flashes were everywhere and consistently going off, I knew Harry would be upset once he saw the photos. He hates when any bit of someone's privacy was invaded and especially when paparazzi was involved.

“Beau! Beau! Are you here to see Harry?!”

“Beau you look great for so early in the morning!”

“Does Harry know you're here?”

I kept my face neutral, something that I was used to due to work.

We finally got to a black Range Rover and Chris opened the door for me.

“Thank you.” I gave him a polite smile and I climbed into the back seat

He put my luggage into the trunk of the car then he got into the driver’s seat.

“Harry has been very excited leading up to your visit.” Chris said. 

“Really?” I smiled more to myself than to anyone. “I've been excited to see him.”

“Cannot get that smile off his face.”

I kept smiling the whole way from the airport until we were pulling up to what I could only believe was Kensington Palace. 

Around the gates , the park, and the road leading up to where only permitted people could enter in. 

Chris stops at a security spot and rolls down his window to talk to the person in the booth that allows people access in. 

They talk to each other for a moment and Chris tells the person that he has picked me up and that I am here to see Harry.

The person turns to look at their computer and then opens the gate for us.

The car drives to the front of Harry’s cottage where he is standing outside of it in front of the door. He has the biggest smile on his face and I cannot get out of the car fast enough. 

“You're finally here!” Harry exclaims as he sees me stepping out of the car.  “How was your flight?”

“It was okay, people saw me in the airport.” 

“It will be okay.”

We finally hugged after a good bit of time apart.

His arms were beginning to feel like home to me.  

“I’ve missed you so much.” He said quietly as we pulled apart. 

“I’ve missed you too.” I pecked his lips.

He got my bag that Chris was holding and lead me into his home.

“Thank you for the ride, Chris.” I waved to him.

“Not a problem, miss.” Chris waved and got back into the car.

“Now, what shall we do first?” he said after he closed the door behind him, winking at me.

Finally reuniting with my man.

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UPDATE: CONFESSIONS FROM A CONFUSED WRITER

Hi. How are you? Remember me? The writer of that one fic about Prince Harry in a fake relationship with a mentally unstable famous actress? Yeah. I don’t blame you if you don’t, it’s been a while.

I don’t know how to say this. If you’re reading this, you probably remember that after FIUYMI ended I said I’d start writing again sometime in early 2017 after I graduated university and had time for it. You may also remember I made a poll to help chose what my next story would be, and that after that I actually made a couple of other posts about what I had decided my next story would be.

As it turns out, I was overestimating my readiness to continue writing. I have started five new Prince Harry fanfictions since I finished FIUYMI, and my intention was to start posting as soon as I had a few chapters ready so I could do weekly updates without missing a bit. I started those stories with a light heart, intending to make them short and not as big of a deal as FIUYMI was. And as I quickly found, I don’t know what I am doing.

I got so used to writing FIUYMI for… what was it, five years? That I do not know how to write anything else. I have tried – in one of my attempts I did reach six chapters! But I just can’t pretend I am as into writing these new fic ideas as I should be. Which is probably why they are not coming out as fast as I hoped, and why I haven’t started posting any of them.

I still very much want to write, and I stand by my ideas, but I just don’t know what to do. And I am sorry I gave you hope about these fics – creating the blogs and telling you about it -, but I just have to come to accept that until I can write as I did before, I shouldn’t be telling myself – and you – that a new story is coming in just a matter of time.

TLDR: What I’m saying is, sorry I gave you hope about new fics, but something is not letting me write; I will keep trying to, and as soon as I feel like I can start posting without disappointing you – and me – I promise I’ll let you know. Until then, feel I’m still here on tumblr, feel free to come and chat =)

Hope you’re well. Love,

Nat.

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Prequel03: End of an Era

                                                 end of an era.

27th May,1997 Crown Princess Eleanora Rosnaria,Kingdom of Callinthova

Eleanora waved her right hand around elegantly as the carriage bearing her aunt,Princess Rosaline,her brother Prince Francis and her travelled around the heart of Rosnaria.People huddled together against the barricades,poles and trees just to see a glimpse of the royals.It was King Frederik VIII Day,a day celebrated to honour the former sovereign of Callinthova,also known as Eleanora's late grandfather.An eleven year old Eleanora was wearing a burgundy full sleeve dress which came just above her knees,matched with a large burgundy fascinator and a pair of black stilettos.

She eyed as many people as she could while waving to her left side.Her signature smile never flinching despite the deafening screams of the crowd.Times like these reminded Eleanora about how important she is.Her significance,that she was more than a mannequin,she had people looking up to her.An entire country with a population of almost 64 million people,were looking up to her.She was suppose to guide them in the future.A future,which was hopefully far away.

Despite being only eleven,Eleanora was mature.More mature than all the kids around the world of her age.She was introduced to the fact that she had an important role in play in the lives of many quite early in her life.She was different than the other kids her age,she was a future sovereign.She was groomed differently.She had started taking etiquette lessons when she learned how to talk,she was taught how to make strangers comfortable around her,she was taught to keep on smiling,she was taught to show no emotion rather than confidence.She learned about constitution,foreign affairs and politics before most kids learned algebra.Just because she was different.

Eleanora was smart enough to understand the importance of being different than others.She knew that she needed to be different but most of the time she didn't feel it was worth it.But times like this,she felt that it was all worth it.She could make people happy just by smiling at them.Although it didn't seem much,she could make her people smile and that's all that mattered to her.

Everything was going well.The carriage ride was almost over.Eleanora could see Astrington Palace come into view.All the royals were more than satisfied with their appearance and the public was delighted as well.She saw her parents in the carriage in front of her smiling gratefully at their people.

"Bang!"

Eleanora's eyes widened in fear.She could hear everyone gasp in shock but she was unable to see what had happened.Only when her parents' carriage had come to a halt and she saw the Royal Protection Officers come rushing towards the vehicle did she understand what had happened.She ran out out of her own carriage despite her RPO's protest and hurriedly made her way to the vehicle in front.

She gasped in shock at the sight in front of her.Her father's shot body being carried out of her shaking mother's arms by the guards.By now,all the cameras' lenses were focused on the sovereign's carriage but she didn't care.Her father was shot,her mother was in shock and her five year old brother who seemed to not understand what had just happened was tucking on the sleeves of her dress.She watched as the young prince was escorted out of the carriage by the POs.Turning her head towards her mother's shaking body,she made her to Arabella

.They weren't crying,no,as much as they wanted to cry,let their emotions out,they weren't allowed to.It was against the protocols.She didn't hesitate to wrap her small arms around her mother's shaking figure.It seemed that both of them needed that support,just when they were about to lose control over their emotions,they were pulled away from each other by the guards.It was all too dangerous to stay out in the public anymore.They were escorted to a armed  Mercedes quickly.Just when the doors closed,the driver sped away following the car in front of them.

That's when the mother-daughter duo let everything sink in.Arabella was the first to let out tears.Eleanora could tell that her mother wanted to scream.Scream at whoever had caused them so much pain.How dare they take away the happiness of their lives?Why would someone try to kill her father Wilhelm?He was loved all around the world,he had no such scandals that would cause someone to hate him that much that they would try to take his life away.

She had many questions but not enough time to think about them.For now,all she could do was pray to God that her father was safe and sound.What would she do without him?He couldn't just leave them alone in this world,could he ?

As the car stopped in front of Astrington Palace,he swiped her tears and helped her mother to get out of the car.She guided her mother inside with the help of the helpers as,her tiny body was unable to help Arabella,all by herself.

No words had been exchanged between them during the entire ride back home.They were too consumed by their grief and dark thoughts,they let their emotions do the talking.Arabella was immediately ushered by her secretary to be checked by the doctor and make sure that no harm was done to her.Eleanora was escorted to a nurse to be treated for any signs of trauma.

Eleanora fussed when no one answered her when she inquired about her father.The only reply being,"He is going through surgery to get the bullet removed."

That was not the answer Eleanora needed,she needed to know if he was okay or not.Just as everyone was leaving her room she ordered,"Tell everyone that I want to be left alone for sometime,I will come out when I will feel better."Everyone simply nodded.

It wasn't only the family members who were in grief,all the staff members of the Palace were upset as well.Wilhelm had made them all feel like family.He never differentiated between them,he loved everyone despite their status and wealth.That was one of the many things Eleanora cherished about her father.

With a sigh she dropped on the bed with a soft 'thud'.She closed her eyes and swallowed her tears.It was all too much for her.Her mind was clouded with terrible thoughts.What if he didn't make it through?Who would console her when her uncle would try to brainwash her?Who would be there to answer her all too curious thoughts?

She couldn't imagine a world without her father there.She loved seeing her parents smiling and laughing everyday,she loved seeing her parents fight through difficult situations together,she loved being loved by her parents,she loved seeing her parents teaching Francis new things.Lastly,she loved seeing her family together.

Eleanora still had so much to learn,so much to experience and so much to go through.

Opening her eyes,she let out all the tears that she had supressed.She was trained to act tough in front of the world but at the end of the day,she was still just a 11 year old girl.She did not want to go through all of this.She just wanted her father,mother and brother.All she wanted was a perfect family.She didn't want people like her uncle Nicholas and the guy who had attempted to kill her father,take away the only thing she ever wanted fully in her life.

Sitting up,Eleanora got out of her massive bed and made her way to the bathroom.She splashed cold water on her face a couple of times,trying to get rid of the appearance of red puffy eyes and cheeks.She gently dabbed a towel on her face and walked out.She decided to change her clothes by herself.Wanting as much as privacy as possible for the time being.

Changing into more comfortable yet formal clothes,she made her way out of her room.She felt like the silence of her room would consume her whole.Everyone around the Palace had a grim look on their faces.She knew exactly why---Her father was battling death right now.She made her way to her mother's room.

There she was met with the sight of her mother,Francis and her aunt.She came to know that both Francis and Rosalind were escorted out immediately after she had rushed out of the vehicle."Mum..."Eleanora trailed,not quite sure what to say.Arabella simply embraced her daughter tightly.She was obviously still upset but she looked a lot better than she did at the carriage."They said that brother's surgery is going to be finished in about half an hour,"Rosaline said."Are we allowed in?"Eleanora asked."I think it would be better if you are not there Elle,you should stay here,with your brother,"Arabella explained in a low,almost inaudible voice.Eleanora wanted to protest but was cut off by her mother,"I promise,you will be updated about everything."She nodded,although she knew she would not be told everything.

She watched as the two adults made their way out of the room.Turning her attention back to her brother she realised that he was paying his utmost attention to their conversation.He mostly didn't understand what they were talking about,but he could sense that everyone was upset."What'cha doing Frans?"Eleanora forced a smile on her face.Franscis gestured towards the blocks he was playing with and Eleanora distracted him by playing with him.

A footman appeared,"Your Royal Highness,Her Majesty has requested you presence."She hastily nodded before running towards the sitting room---which was currently being used as a operation theater.

As she entered the room,all the attention was on her---except for the doctors who were busy trying to bring her father back to life."Yes mother?"Eleanora asked."They are finishing up,I believe,"Arabella told her daughter.Eleanora simply nodded and sat down beside the others.Her attention was everywhere except of the bed-where her father was getting operated.Her chest was filled with anxiety.She felt like the ground was going to swallow her whole.

She watched with hope in her eyes as the doctors left her father's unconscious body and made their way towards where the three ladies were seated.Eleanora waited anxiously for some news.

The doctors sighed and ducked their heads,"Unfortunately,we couldn't save His Majesty."

Eleanora's eyes widened in shock.This can't be possible.A number of gasps where heard from the secretaries and advisors in the room.She looked over to her mother,who had lost her balance and was helped by one of the guards.Her aunt was crying now as well.

It was all too terrible.

She watched her mother break down in front of strangers,she felt vulnerable.She couldn't do anything to take away the pain that she was feeling right now.Eleanora felt helpless.Whenever she felt helpless her father was there to guide her through,now,who is going to do it?

She watched as her mother walked up to where her father's body laid.Arabella was sobbing profusely.All the pain that had been stored inside her in the long hours finally coming out.She needed it out,she didn't want to act as a queen at that  moment.She was a widow now.She could no longer feel the warmth of Wilhelm's embrace,she would no longer go to bed with the love of her life by her side.

Her life had turned upside down in the matter of a few hours.

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It was a few hours after the death of the King,that all the members of the family had stopped sobbing.Although they were still in grief,they had to act strong

Now,it was time to put their blood relations aside and act towards their duties.Duties as royals.

"Ma'am the media is waiting for a response,"Martin,Their Majesties' Private Secretary said.All the people of Callinthova were waiting for the news regarding their King.They needed to know if he was alive and well or not.

"It is a yes,"Arabella responded.She bottled up her emotions and was now acting as the Queen.Well,more like Queen Mother.

After Arabella had calmed down,the thought had dawned upon her head.Eleanora was now the Queen.It terrified Arabella that her little girl will have to go through so much all alone.

Although Eleanora would not be officially be the ruling monarch until she turned eighteen,she was still going to be Queen.It was more likely that Arabella was going to be the Queen Regent until Eleanora's coronation.

All the police forces,army and royal guards were working their brains off to find the killer.Apparently,the killer had killed himself as soon as his job was done.They were able to get the information that he was part of a terrorist group,whose aim was to bring monarchies all around the world to extinction.They started their plan with Wilhelm and they had succeeded but there was still Eleanora as the heir.

Now,the entire Royal Family was a target.Security had been tightened,especially for Eleanora,Francis and Arabella.

Martin went around the palace informing the Prime Minister first with the simple words of,"Adre Park Corner."Then to the foreign minister,the cabin and then finally to the media.

The simple phrase had everyone running around preparing for the precautions that had been practiced for years but they hadn't expected to hear it so soon.

Eleanora watched along with her family as the reporter made the announcement.She felt like she wasn't prepared for what was to come but she had no other option.Francis wasn't quite sure what was happening,Arabella had tried to explain to him that his dad had gone to heaven to his grandparents but he wouldn't be here anymore.Francis was curious but didn't say anything.

"It is with the greatest sorrow that we make the following announcement.It was announced from Astrington Palace at 4:30 today that our beloved King Wilhelm the fourth has passed away after the public attempt of assassination during the Royal Parade.We offer the profound sympathy to Her Majesty,the Queen and the family.

The words sent a shiver down her spine,sensing her discomfort,Arabella placed her own hands over her daughter's to comfort her.

"As flags around the nation are lowered in tribute,and news spreads throughout our cities and village,crowd gather to mourn Wilhelm IV

We are comforted by the knowledge that he spent his final hours in the company of his family For it as a devoted family man that we,as a nation,shall best remember him,"The reporter ended.

The country would mourn for a week.The gloom week ending with the funeral of King Wilhelm and Eleanora's first appearance as Queen.

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Martin walked up to Arabella hesitantly."What is it Martin?"Arabella asked sensing his body language."Uhm...we have a problem ma'am,"Martin replied.Arabella furrowed her brows in confusion,"Problem?What sort of a problem?"

"It is about the regency Ma'am.Prince Nicholas  has apparently appealed to the Parliament to allow him to be the Regent.His reasoning being and I quote,"I have been prepared for this role for my entire life."Unfortunately,the parliament seems to be considering his appeal."Martin explained.

Arabella was furious.Nicholas was using this situation in his favour."This cannot happen Martin and you know it.Nicholas has been waiting for an opportunity like this for years.If he becomes the regent he would overthrow us,"Arabella argued.Martin nodded,"I am aware ma'am that's why we are discussing it with the parliament.Majority has it that you will certainly become the Queen Regent.I will keep you informed Ma'am."

Arabella nodded and dismissed him.

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3rd June,1997 Funeral Day

"Is everything prepared,Martin?"Arabella inquired."Yes,Ma'am,"He replied confidently."Elle dear,do you have any questions ?"Arabella asked her daughter."Do I say something?I mean to the public or media?"

Martin was quick to respond,"That won't be necessary." "Though it would help if we could decide here and now on your name,"Martin added.Eleanora was confused,"My name?" "Yes,Ma'am."He explained further."Your Regnal name.That is the name you will take as Queen.Your great-grandmother took Eleanora.Obviously,her name was Alexandra.Your grandfather took Frederik,his name was of course Louis.Your father,however took Wilhelm,his real name."She didn't like the thought of changing her name."What is wrong with my name?"Eleanora asked with furrowed brows."Elle--"Arabella started.Martin seemed a bit taken aback by the question,"Nothing,"Martin responded.

"Well,then,let's not over complicate matters unnecessarily,"Eleanora cut her mother off.

My name is Eleanora."

"Then,long live Queen Eleanora,"Martin responded with a sense of pride as Eleanora walked out of the room.

Those words made everything feel so real.She was just eleven and she hated having all the attention of the world towards her right now.

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Prince Harry of Wales Rosnaria,Callinthova

"Are you both ready?"Elizabeth asked Will and Harry.We both simply nodded."Please do remember,do not show any sign of grief or sorrow.Just sympathy,"David,Elizabeth's secretary reminded.Harry took a deep breathe and looked over at Will,he was upset just like Harry but they weren't allowed to show it.

Just as the door of the aircraft opened,they were bombarded with the flashes of the cameras and thousands of questions thrown at them.They tried their best to ignore them and made their way to their designated cars.Three of them in three different cars.

Harry couldn't shake away the grief that he had been feeling for the past week.Harry was completely devastated upon hearing the news of Wilhelm's death.The entire family were extremely close to the Callinthovan Royals and it broke each and every one of their hearts to realize that they would no longer be seeing him ever again.

Even if William was more closer to Wilhelm than Harry,they both were sharing the same feelings.He had called his mother right after he had received the news regarding Wilhelm's death.His mother gave him the advice that he desperately needed,"Family is the most important thing in this world."He had told him and she had made him promise to take care of Eleanora.

Both the Wales brothers were extremely worried about their bestfriend Eleanora,who was given the burden of The Crown at such a young age.They were unable to contact the Royal Family personally due to Astrington Palace being in distress mode throughout the week.

It was the first time that they'd meet their friends after the dreadful incident,but only after they attended the funeral service.

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The funeral service had gone smoothly.There was a thick tension in the air which could have been cut with a knife.Harry observed Eleanora throughout the whole service,she buried her father,in a room filled with scary adults.Yet,she looked confident,she showed no signs of grief - simply because she wasn't suppose to.But he could see through the mask she wore,she was crumbling beneath and all Harry wanted to do was run up to her and hug her.

But he couldn't.He had to wait till they were back in the Palace.And Harry did exactly that,comfort her.

Little did they know.

Five months later,they would be in a similar situation.This time,Eleanora watched as Harry carried his mother's casket in front of the entire world.This time,Eleanora comforted him.

Both of them knowing exactly what the other was going through.That was when they grew thick as knives.

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Irina Shayk as Elizabeth Theodora Wellington 

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