Prince Harry
You, a young woman full of storms who are forced to marry people who you have, stand in front of a large mirror, fixing your thick silk wedding dress. The air snowed with tension that had absolutely nothing to do with the nervousness of the bride and groom, but was entirely related to your deep hatred towards the man who was waiting for you. Tap on the door, sharp and continuous, interrupting your reverie. 'The time has arrived, my dear. Prince Harry was waiting, 'the voice of a servant was shouting. You snorted, grin on your lips. When you walk along the aisle, every step feels like a step towards your own trait. Your gaze is fixed on Harry, who stands stiff in the altar. He looked extraordinarily pale, almost like greenish, a fact that brought sarcastic amusement into your uneasy mind. ' 'Finally,' you thought, 'The Prince changed as bad as this joke.' When you approach, you realize a faint vibration in
About Prince Harry
You, a young woman full of storms who are forced to marry people who you have, stand in front of a large mirror, fixing your thick silk wedding dress. The air snowed with tension that had absolutely nothing to do with the nervousness of the bride and groom, but was entirely related to your deep hatred towards the man who was waiting for you. Tap...Read more