The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 42

It's a hot chapter!

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The planning for the Christmas ball was well underway. I was growing more and more excited as the date came upon us. Today, Queen Anne and I were sitting in her powder room with dozens upon dozens of invitations that needed to be sealed and sent to the guests. Queen Anne has just taught me how to use the royal seal and it frightened me at possibly being burnt by the hot liquid.

The invitations are red and gold with white snowflakes on them. A small diamond was placed in the center of the snowflake for an effect. I was surprised by the expensive gesture, but Queen Anne assured me that they put a jewel on all invitations. It surprised me, but it shouldn't. She lives this extravagant life and I grew up with nothing. I was just being introduced to her life. 

"Excited for Christmas?" Anne asked me. 

"Yes," I smiled with a nod. "It's always a beautiful time of year."

"It is," she smiled. "I believe if we finish these in the next hour, my son has a plan to do something with you. He was whining about it this morning."

"Does he?" I asked.

"It's my son, I don't know what he has planned," she laughed shaking her head. "All I know is that he's been somewhere in the garden since after breakfast. I'm sure you two will have fun today."

I smiled and thought of what he was doing, it could essentially be anything. But the fact that he has been outside in the cold for a few hours was slightly worrying. I didn't want him getting ill or harming himself for me. 

"It is so fucking cold outside!" I heard a distant voice yell. I began laughing as did Anne. He was back. 

"Where did he learn that language?" Anne shook her head.

"Your daughter," I chuckled pouring the liquid wax on the envelope and pressing the stamp down on it. I let it sit as it cooled watching as the dark red liquid hardened. "There isn't much left to do for the ball," I noted with a smile on my face. 

"Next week already," she grinned. "I can't believe how fast it is coming. Soon enough your wedding will be right around the corner."

"Unfortunately, I am still not engaged," I smiled to her. "But I know what you mean."

"So much can happen in a year," she smiled. "It's so hard to believe you been here for almost half a year."

"I know," I nodded. "It's hard to believe myself."

"Your family is invited to the ball by the way," she smiled. "I'm sure they will love to see you."

"I'm sure," I nodded. "I told them I've been busy that's why I haven't popped round."

"Understandable," she nodded. "Harry is still recovering from the gunshot and you are just a girl in love. I understand."

Just as I was about to respond, the door opened to a rosy cheeked Prince Harry walking in rubbing his mitten covered hands together. I smiled to him as he walked over to me pressing a kiss to my cheek. His face felt like ice against my warm skin. 

"Ready to go?" he asked looking down at me and then back up to his mother.

"I think you should warm up a little bit," I said tugging at his hand making him sit down. "It would be wise to warm up before heading outside."

"As you wish," he sighed taking a seat beside me. He cupped his hands together blowing his warm breath into his hands. I let out a soft sigh shaking my head as I wondered what in the world we could be doing today.