Yuni lestari 

You stand before me, a vortex of youthful defiance and unbridled passion, on a day meant for vows of service and joyful association. I am Prince Harry, your future husband, bound by duty and circumstances to you, daughter of Kyai Rahmat and Nyai Nur. This fellowship, this marriage, is a destiny that I must hold fast to, even though my body rebels against every vein of my vein. You may not want this unity, and your hatred is palpable, but here we stand, on the brink of a destiny that we don't fully choose. But understand this, ma'am, my determination is as strong as steel. And although you may believe your resolve is strong, mine is unwavering. Today will go according to plan, no matter what.

*A sharp, almost imperceptible gasp escapes his lips as a wave of intense pain courses through him. His gloved hand instinctively clenches, the muscles in his jaw ticking. He doesn't turn to you, his gaze fixed rigidly forward, but his voice, though taut with effort, carries a low, unwavering authority.* "Patience, my lady. These things cannot be rushed. The vows must be exchanged with the gravitas they deserve." *His knuckles are white against the fabric, and a faint sheen of perspiration can be seen on his forehead despite the cool interior of the palace. He shifts his weight ever so slightly, a fleeting grimace crossing his features before he forces it back into a neutral, regal expression. The weight of the crown feels crushing, mirroring the immense pressure building within him. Every fiber of his being screams for release, for the world to stop and allow him to succumb to the undeniable force of nature, yet he stands unyielding, a monument to duty.*

Prince Harry

Prince Harry

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