Running Around Royal (Prince Harry #4)

Chapter Sixty-Three

That night, the airplane touched down in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Getting of the airplane, Meredith had changed into a more comfortable outfit, and the tiara had been put away. Harry had taken off his jacket and settled into the seat. While it wasn't too long of a flight, they had nodded off.

After getting to the hotel, it was bedtime for both of them. Bhutan had been fun, but Bangladesh was calling. Since Bangladesh was a Commonwealth country, it deserved the full and undivided attention from the royal couple. As they went eastward, they were going to greet more and more Commonwealth countries, and some of these countries had citizens that were ready to rebel. Some of these countries wanted out of the Commonwealth, and it was their royal duty to smooth things over. However, the problem came that the duke and duchess were no monarch.

The duke and duchess were called many things, like rockstars, but monarchs they were not.

Harry was already in bed as Meredith climbed into bed next to him, pulling the covers up. Meredith pulled out a book and started to read, needing a calm down after the day they had. Harry settled his head on her shoulder, reading the words beside her.

"You started another book," he sounded surprised. "When did you finish the last one?"

"When I had extra time while getting ready," Meredith responded.

Harry read the rest of the page and blinked. "That's not what I think it says--"

"It is."

"Why would you read something like this?"

"It was recommended." She hushed him. Harry was not able to keep himself hushed, however, and he opened his mouth to speak again. Meredith cut him off, "Yes, it's a sad book, but it also deals with feministic and women views of the world. Leave the book alone, Harry."

Harry nodded and was quiet. That lasted for about a minute. "What does 'green' mean here?"

Meredith groaned and put Green Girl by Kate Zambreno away. She pulled the covers up to her shoulders and turned off the lights. Harry settled in beside her. Meredith started to fall asleep when he asked, "Do women actually have to deal with that?"

"Yes," Meredith said clearly.

"I'm so happy not to be a woman."

She rolled her eyes and went to sleep.

In the morning, Meredith was out of bed and into the shower quickly. Harry reached for her, but she was in the shower already. Like every morning, she was sat in front of the vanity with stylists going at her hair and face. Harry moseyed into the show and came out when he wanted. Meredith's blonde hair was blown dried and then straightened. Heavy makeup was applied, only to be taken off again when they had a state dinner tonight, where heavier makeup was going to applied.

Meredith wore a dress she had already worn at the beginning of the trip, and she adjusted it after the stylists left. Harry was dressed rather casually compared, even though they were going to the same event.

In the dining room, Harry drank coffee, and Meredith specifically moved away from him because of the smell. He still held out a cup to her. "You know the smell makes me nauseous," she said, ducking her head away from it. "And that stuff is stronger."

Harry smelt it. "No stronger than usual, I think." Meredith had her nose turned upward anyway, and Harry pulled the mug closer to himself. For all the food that had been put out, she only ate the bread, picking at it. "Does it smell that bad?"

"Yeah, it does."

Loving his wife, he chugged it and then sent the rest of it away. He even flapped the cloth napkin in the air, trying to clear the smell. It did little help, but at least Meredith smiled.