𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐚 {𝐇.𝐒}

October 17, 2021

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Harry's Diary- October 17, 2021

Dear diary,

My mother insisted that I write out my emotions and experiences in this revolting diary. I'm a man, what use could this diary be to me? I sword fight and horse ride my emotions away, I don't need a diary to keep track. I don't even want to keep track of my feelings, I want to move past them and throw them away, not dwell over them. But what mother says, it obviously stays.

Last night was the grand Ball where I was to find my perfect wife, the one woman I was to spend my life with and I did find her. There was this one woman who had food thrown at her by the maid, the maid. Anyways, I felt bad for her as she rushed away with humiliation flooding her cheeks and into the bathroom where she cried.

Suddenly, I felt my legs rushing after that girl, hoping I could comfort her in the slightest way possible. People stared as I dashed past them, whispers darting through the air but I didn't care at that moment. I slammed open the golden door, slowly ambling into the girls bathroom which was forbidden. If any royal or others were to see me, I could've faced my father's wrath since I've disobeyed him enough that evening.

I heard the cries of that woman, sobbing helplessly into her hands and sniffing slightly. She was at the counter, back faced to me and crying her humiliation away. I didn't know how to comfort her, I never could comfort people during their most difficult times. I stood there, staring at the woman who was in a vulnerable state, yet, I couldn't feel myself to comfort her.

Her eyes darted up, looking into the mirror and she quickly turned around with a small gasp escaping her crimson stained lips. I stared into her honey orbs for a few seconds, a connection, could it be, beginning to bloom. "Prince Styles, what is it you may desire?" She asked, quickly wiping the mascara under her eyes and licking her crimson lips.

"Are you okay? That little run in with the food must be humiliating, wasn't it?" I asked, the words smoothly running off my tongue and she sighed. I felt like I owed her everything after that run in with the maid. If I wasn't living in my own little world, thinking back to that scene with the maid in my room, I wouldn't of run into her and tipped all the food onto this poor woman. I don't understand why I was thinking of her, I still don't even know why I'm thinking of her while writing this piece in my diary. She's a maid, not a royal.

"Yes, I am completely fine. I just needed time away from the grand ballroom. I must say, your parents did an excellent job in creating it!" She exclaimed. I knew she was trying to push away her feelings and I get why, I would do the same. Funny thing is that they didn't create or even put effort into the ballroom, it was the staff, especially the maid. Here I go again...

"Yes, they did. What is your name?" I asked as I raised my eyebrow. Somehow, I didn't desire this woman but I owed it to her to make it right. I knew it was a bad thing but I still went along with it, a marriage ceremony being put in place in a few weeks. Her eyes widened but she quickly composed herself, coughing slightly.

"Princess Anastasia from Gavaria, your majesty, " she said and she curtseyed. Adjusting my tie, I trailed closer to Anastasia, staring down into her honey orbs, her crimson lips slightly quivering. "What is it you may desire?" She repeated and I know she'll do anything to protect her and her familys' reputation, she would never talk back to me.

"Anastasia, you are to be my bride. Is that clear?" I whispered, so close to her and I could practically smell the fear radiating off her petite body. I knew I left her shocked and bewildered as she would of never thought she would of been picked after this incident. "You are to clean up your dress, there's food still on your chest," I said, trailing my finger across her chest and licking it off. I felt her take in a sharp breath, gulping and she nodded without question. "Then I am to announce our engagement to my guests and parents. Do you object to this marriage?" I asked and she shook her head, perfect.

I looked her up and down and turned on my heel to exit the bathroom I shouldn't of been in the first place. I now found a wife and my father would finally be off my back. I know this isn't love but couldn't I learn to love her? I, hopefully, have time to grow and find my feelings for her that's deep within me. I just hated how I had to find a bride, I didn't have control or choice.

I ambled back to the ballroom, head held high and hands behind my back as I made my way to my parents. I know they will be thrilled with joy as this was their own desire. I spotted them talking away with another king and queen but I intruded, of course. "Father, mother, I am to speak with you this instant," I voiced and they brought their conversation to an end. They said their goodbyes and followed me away from the crowd into the hall.

"What is it, my son?" My father spoke, his honey orbs staring into mine and waited for the good or bad news. I knew this was the start of chaos as the wedding will bring suit dressing, venue selections and cake picking, all that kind. "Son, I want you to speak. We do not have all night to wait," he continued and raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"I have found my bride, " I said. I remembered in that moment I wanted to rush out of there and call the whole wedding off. I wanted to find love from deep within my heart but I lacked communicating my feelings so I was always ruining something special.

Their eyes widened, the brightest smile plastered upon their lips and my father quickly engulfed me into a hug. I didn't know what that feeling was, I never was hugged by my father as he always seemed to put on the cold and dreary face. "My son, you don't know how proud I am of you, " he said. Now for sure I thought I was living in an alternative universe or who even is this man?

My mother then engulfed me in a hug. Her presence was always the most comforting as she knew me the most. I hugged her tightly, my arms wrapped around her neck and feeling the warmth of her body radiating on me. No matter how old I get, I would never say no to her hugs, she knew. "I love you," she whispered and I smiled.

As we sauntered into the ballroom, my father ordered silence and people obeyed. The room went silent, so silent I could practically hear a pin drop. "My friends, I am happy to declare the union of my son and his bride. Princess Anastasia, please come forward!" He said loudly and I see the young woman make her way to the front of the room.
Whispers flood the room. "Silence!" He boomed, the room once again silenced.

Now I am to be married by this woman in a few weeks. I sit on my bed, writing away the events of the night to remember. This was something new, a way to remember the events and to come back to. I never wanted to come back to them but what if they came into use later on?

Love- H

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