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.
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.
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
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.
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,
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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).
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.
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.
(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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
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
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