Sweet Faith - Queen Elizabeth II x Fem!Reader

Part 1 - She Left a Princess...

You had awoken before your wife, Princess Elizabeth of York. You got out of your shared bed in Sagana Lodge, stretching and yawning as your nightgown brushed against your ankles, you slid on your slippers. It was a sunny and warm morning in Kenya. Very different from Britain in February, which is usually gray and cold.

As you enjoyed the bright morning, you recapped your events of the past days.

You and Elizabeth's stay at the Treetops Hotel, including a state dinner at the treetops hotel with Sir Horace Hernace.

There wasn't much for you to do, except smile and wave. You got handshakes and greetings, only rarely some didn't acknowledge you. Because you were 1, a bit of an outsider or 2, they only cared about the heir, and you were fine with that. The official stuff was for Elizabeth, you were just her plus one.

This morning felt different. Something felt, off. It's probably because of the new scenery, You thought. The treetops hotel was even more woody than the lodge. You aren't the biggest fan out the wood aesthetic, but it doesn't disturb you. At the treetops, If felt like you and your wife had your own little forest. It was nice, the elephants being a fine touch too.

You took a bath, rinsing away the unexplained anxiousness and sweat. You changed into a simple pant and shirt.

You sat in a chair with your tea in your hand and newspaper in the other. That strange feeling came back, but you brushed it off again. There's nothing to worry about you told yourself.

You heard the opening of a door, and looked up from the paper. "Good morning." A still sleeping looking Elizabeth said.

"Good morning." You said smiling at her. "You still look tired, you should rest more."

She waved her hand towards you. "No it's fine. I need to start my days earlier."

"There's not much left to do. You can sleep in for a few more hours. We'll be gone in a few days." You reminded her.

She yawned, "That is right, but it is too late now. I'm going to take a bath."

You let her go and went back to your paper.

•••

It was about 12pm now, you had fixed breakfast and was reading a book. There was calm for you at last, but that was broken once your wife spoke.

"Doesn't something feel a bit...I don't know strange."

You looked up at her. "What?" She asked. You sighed. "It does, but I blame it on the difference in weather."

Elizabeth nodded and went back to her book.

For some time, there was still calm. You and Elizabeth talked about the weather and cracked some jokes about how is was probably freezing in Britain. The sound of giggles and page turning filled the room.

There was a knock at the door and you and Elizabeth looked up. "I'll get it," You said as you stood up. "If it's important I'll tell you."

As you made your way to the log door, you felt a horrible feeling in your stomach. Something was wrong, something you couldn't brush off this time.

You opened the door to be met with a familiar face. You wife's personal secretary, Martin Charteris. You studied his face a bit. He looked as if he saw a ghost. You mentally gulped.

"Hello, your highness." He said. "I have some news for the..." he paused. "princess."

"That news being?" You asked, feeling more uneasy than ever. Martin was a very confident man who rarely paused and never seemed to be so nervous.

He sighed and closed his eye. "Please inform her royal highness that her father, His Majesty The King, has passed away."

You heart stopped. That feeling.

"The Queen and you need to return to Britain immediately. I will be waiting outside to take you to the airport. I give her Majesty my sincerest condolences."

He bowed and turned away, walking off the wooden steps.

You had forgot to breath and found yourself almost gasping for air. You closed the door and turned around.

You walked back to where you and your wife was sitting. You stood there, looking at her.

"Well, what is it?" She asked, already standing.

"Elizabeth. Please sit down." You said to her softly.

She had a face of confusion as she slowly sat down. You did the same.

You grabbed her hand, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it.

You sighed as you figured out.

"Elizabeth, You are the Queen now."

She looked down her eyes moving trying to figure out what you really meant, but she knew as soon as you said it. She looked up at you "My father.."

"Has passed away." You held her hand. "I'm so sorry my love."

You looked in her eyes as they began to get glossy. Her lip quivered as both of you felt hurt. The death of the king and your wife's grief, your wife's father dying and her inheriting a entire kingdom.

Tears slowly started to fall down her face. She wiped them and sat straight up. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "We must return to Britain at once. Start packing."

You nodded. The both of you stood up.

Things have already started to change.