dawn-chambers

Prince Harry A.U.

Harry watched as numerous maidens attempted to flatter him all for his hand in marriage. He was said to be king and wed to a noble lady before his father’s sickness became worse after all her was the heir to the throne and this came with a price. People like Harry could not be wed for love it was mainly for power and if they did find love within their marriage it was very rare indeed.

A loud shriek caught Harry’s attention, there was this girl, she was absolutely breathtaking Harry thought. Her hair was curly and unruly resembling a bird’s nest on her head. Harry lightly chuckled at this thought. Her face was defined and chiseled to perfection he saw not a single flaw. Her lips were as full as the moon and he wondered what her plump lips would feel like pressed against his own, sucking and lightly tugging on them to make them swollen so they appear even more plump. The girl was absolutely stunning without a doubt in Harry’s mind but the thing which stood out the most to him were her eyes, her eyes sparkled like storm clouds of grey and blue threatened to leak floods and she attempted to hold back tears while being scolded to dropping a platter of wine glasses full to the brim.  

Realization suddenly hit Harry, He was admiring a servant, a simple peasant girl. He shouldn’t, he couldn’t be doing that even if he did find her enchanting there was no possible way he could ever be with her. Harry couldn’t help but think about her.

“Your highness?” Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by these words leaving a maidens mouth. Harry studied her face, she was pretty he thought but not as gorgeous as the servant girl. “Yes m’lady?” Harry inquired his thoughts still flustered from thinking about the servant girl. “Would you care to dance Your Grace?” she timidly asked. Harry flashed the maiden a small smile as her gently took her hand in his and lead her to the center of the ball room.

“What might be your name m’lady?” Harry asked the girl in his arms. “I’m Princess Arabella” she responded. “Ahh” Harry started “You’re the beautiful Arabella, daughter of King Ecbert” he continued “Heard many suitors would love to have your hand in marriage” Harry said and they continued to sway around the ballroom. “Well I’m not quite interested in them” she replied. Harry gave her a confused look as to why she isn’t interested in the numerous amount of suitors who are surely extremely wealthy with riches and acres of land, and maybe some quite handsome as well. “Well” the Princess continued, “I’m interested in you, My lord”

Before Harry could respond to Arabella about her sudden interest in him, his thoughts were interrupted by the servant girl coming into view carry yet another platter of wine trying not to drop the platter this time. Her brows were creased in concentration as she attempted to walk across the room while chewing on her lip. Harry began to think to himself that this was probably one of the most adorable sights he’s ever seen.

“Would you excuse me please Princess?” Before Arabella even had the chance to reply he quickly hurried off in the direction of the servant girl, leaving Arabella standing there appalled. “Ello” Harry rasped from behind the girl, startling her causing her to almost lose her balance and tip the entire platter over. “Easy there love” he calmly spoke.

As the girl turned around she came face to face with a no other than Prince Harry, she was speechless. He was even more beautiful up close she thought while staring into his jade orbs. A soft chuckle from the Prince brought her out of her thoughts. A light blushed crept onto her cheeks as he realized she was staring. A smirk plastered across his face. “And what might your name be?” he inquired. “(Y/N), Y-your Grace” she nervously stuttered out.

‘(Y/N)’ he thought

(Y/N)

(Y/N)…. Such a lovely name. It was perfect for her. She was perfect. “(Y/N)” he said, “I like it, beautiful name for a beautiful girl” Her face flushed at his comment as another cocky smirk paltered across his face knowing he got the girl to blush yet again. “Thank you, Your highness” she softly replied as she curtseyed him.

“(Y/N), you intrigue me.” Harry stated. “Meet me in the garden outside my chambers at dawn will you?” “Your Grace, with all due respect, I do not think it’s appropriate for you to be seen or even so be interacting with a peasant girl much like myself” she replied. “(Y/N), what I said to you was an order from the Prince” Harry stated. “And if you do not show up, I shall send one of my servants to find you and bring you to me” he stated. (Y/N) nodded while chewing on her lip. It’s a habit she developed whenever she was nervous.

Harry watched as she chewed on her lip, his vile thoughts of her once returning. “Don’t be nervous now beautiful (Y/N).” Harry softly spoke to her. How desperately her wanted to reach up and caress her skin, to feel her smooth, silky, soft skin contrast against his rough hands. “I must be off now, see you in a couple hours from now (Y/N)” Harry said to (Y/N).

Harry then walked off returning to interact with the numerous amount of beautiful noble ladies in the room, leaving (Y/N) standing there shocked as she watched him return to Princess Arabella. Arabella was one of the most gorgeous of the ladies in the room (Y/N) thought to herself, something bubbled in the pit of her stomach as she watched Harry place a soft peck on Arabella’s hand as he curtseyed her. It couldn’t be jealousy right? There was no way she could ever have feelings for a monarch or someone who has a station above her own, it would be impossible without a doubt.

The night slowly dragged on as both Harry and (Y/N) were stealing glances at each other throughout the night and anticipating the first sun. As dawn drew closer Harry and (Y/N) grew more and more anxious. (Y/N) laid in her small bed in her cottage which she shared with her father and younger brother, thinking about why the Prince would ever want to meet with her far less even speak to her.

As (Y/N) spotted the first sun she hurried out of her cottage trying desperately not to wake her father and brother. She quickly slipped her feet into her tattered shoes and threw on her worn out coat, sprinting out the door to the castle gardens to meet the Prince.

As Harry spotted (Y/N) a smile plastered across his face causing (Y/N) to get a bubbly feeling in her stomach. “Lo’ love” He softly spoke to (Y/N) a warm smile on his lips. He wasn’t sure if (Y/N) was blushing from the pet name he gave her or the cold bitter air nipping against her skin. “Your grace,” (Y/N) squeaked out causing a soft chuckle to erupt from Harry making her cheeks turn even deeper. Harry watched as her blush grew even deeper, but right now he didn’t care she looked absolutely adorable, he couldn’t help but stare at her.

“Walk with me now, will you Petal?” He asked but it sounded more like a command to her. “Petal?” she questioned. “Yeah, you’re like a petal, precious, beautiful and delicate” he answered. “Thank you, Your Majesty.” She softly said, “Y-you’re quite beautiful too” she stuttered out her face becoming even deeper if possible at her own comment. “Y-your Grace, I apologize, t-that, it was completely out of line and I shouldn’t, I-“ She was suddenly interrupted by a pair of warm lips on hers.

(Y/N) was shocked to say the least but never the less, she began to move her lips in sync with his. Harry’s hand gently tugged at (Y/N)’s waist pulling her closer while she snaked her arms around his neck. Harry had never experienced someone with lips so soft, so perfect, she indeed had the lips of an angel. (Y/N), however didn’t know any better, Harry was her first kissed and she feared he would realize how inexperienced she is and not want anything to do with her, after all she was nothing but a servant girl.

As they pulled apart, Harry rested his forehead against (Y/N) whiles gently caressing her cheek. “That was perfect Petal” Harry rasped and leant in to place a soft peck on her lips. A loud sigh escaped Harry’s lips as he realized people of the castle would soon be up and if anyone ever saw them for sure (Y/N) could be punished and her family would be stripped of everything. Harry also didn’t need any servants gossiping and any nobles getting him in trouble from his father, the king.

“Petal?” Harry whispered looking down at (Y/N), she looked at peace and he couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. (Y/N) hummed in response, “I’ve gotta go now yeah?” (Y/N)  could feel her heart breaking at his words. A lump grew in her throat thinking he would shone her out, pretend like she never existed and whatever they just had never happened. (Y/N)’S thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s raspy voice. “Now Petal, I want you to meet me at my chambers tonight after dinner alright?” (Y/N) gave a nod in response not knowing what else to do

With a lingering kiss to her forehead and Harry whispering to her that it will all be alright, she knew that it will be alright. She trusted his words because even though they just met, the pair felt as though they were connected to each other, literally as though there were two strings tied to each left side of their chests and no matter how far they go, no matter station or class, it would never tear.

Hey guys this was posted awhile back on my previous account but it was deleted due to some troubles. Feedback would be much appreciated please.All the love -K