The Daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Hastings

Not real

As the morning sun cast its gentle rays upon the room, Y/n slowly stirred awake in Adam's warm embrace, feeling the tender press of his lips against her cheek. A soft smile graced her face as she opened her eyes, greeted by the sight of her beloved prince.

"How are you, princess?" Adam's morning voice, laced with a hint of raspiness, caressed her ears. Y/n's smile widened as she traced her fingers along the contours of his face.

"I am okay, a bit exhausted from the ceremonies," she admitted playfully, a mischievous glimmer dancing in her eyes. Her giggle echoed through the room, intertwining with Adam's gentle chuckle. He lovingly rubbed her lower belly, the warmth of his touch comforting her.

Reluctantly, they disentangled themselves from each other's embrace, their bodies gradually separating as they prepared to face the day. Y/n stood before the mirror, delicately touching up her hair, savouring the remnants of her wedding day bliss.

In the midst of her preparations, a soft knock echoed through the room, followed by the entrance of Milo. "Good morning, your highnesses," he greeted with a bow before turning his attention to Adam. "There is something you would like to see, sir."

Adam nodded, giving Y/n's head a tender kiss. "I'll be right back, sweetheart," he whispered before walking out of the door, accompanied by Milo's guiding presence. Y/n watched them depart, her heart filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Left alone, Y/n ventured out of the room, wandering through the magnificent corridors of the castle. Lost in her thoughts, she found herself drawn to the room where she had once painted Adam's portrait, a smile tugging at her lips as she reminisced about the tender moments they had shared, unaware of the path fate had set before them.

As she turned to leave, the unexpected presence of King George III in his pyjamas startled her. Y/n quickly curtsied and greeted him, "Good morning, your majesty." The king regarded her with a smile, his gaze shifting towards the window.

"Beautiful gardens, aren't they?" he remarked, his eyes fixed on the vibrant scenery beyond. Y/n joined him by the window, her gaze captivated by the splendour of nature.

"I might tell Reynolds to fetch me a shovel. I have the intention of growing some carnations. It would suit the sweet Williams, don't you think?" King George pondered, his eyes glinting with a hint of whimsy. Y/n nodded, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "They would be beautiful, your majesty."

A sympathetic smile curved the king's lips as he shook his head. "Well, it's a shame really. You won't be able to see them after they grow." Y/n furrowed her brows, a perplexed expression crossing her features. "Why's that, your majesty?" she inquired, seeking clarity.

The king looked at her with a mix of disbelief and affection before offering a tender smile. "Because, my dear, this is not real. All of this is but a memory. I passed away 35 years ago."

The room seemed to spin around Y/n as she struggled to comprehend the king's words. Her breath quickened, coming in ragged gasps as confusion and disbelief overwhelmed her. With a sudden surge of emotion, she burst out of the room, her footsteps hastening through the halls.

The once vibrant wallpaper that adorned the castle walls now morphed into shades of darkness, transitioning from a bright beige to a sombre brown. Everything around her seemed to lose its lustre, the world shifting into a shadowed existence.

In her desperate search for solace, Y/n burst into another room, relief washing over her as she caught sight of Adam's back. "Adam! There you are, I was looking all over for you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and urgency.

Adam slowly turned around, but to Y/n's shock and dismay, it was not Adam standing before her. Instead, an older Milo met her gaze, his weathered features marked by the passage of time. Confusion and heartache flooded Y/n's soul as she struggled to make sense of the disorienting reality before her.

"Your majesty? What are you doing outside of your area? The doctor strictly instructed us to keep you on the north side of the castle," Milo gently chided, concern etched upon his face.

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling with a mix of anguish and desperation. "Where is my husband?" she cried out, her words filled with a yearning that pierced the air.

Other guards swiftly entered the room, their presence overpowering as they restrained Y/n, their expressions etched with sympathy. "I apologize, your majesty," one of the guards murmured gently, "but King Adam passed away twenty years ago. You have been in an ill state since then."

Y/n's world shattered at those words, her heartrending cries echoing through the castle walls. "I want my husband! Where is my husband!?" she pleaded, her anguish reverberating through the empty corridors, unheard by those who passed by.

With utmost care, the guards led Y/n back to her bedroom, their touch gentle as they placed her within the confines of her sanctuary. Left alone, she turned her gaze to the mirror, her tear-stained reflection revealing an older, wrinkled version of herself.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Y/n's hands furiously swept through the room, knocking over cherished mementos and shattering the illusions that had surrounded her. The sounds of destruction filled the air, a poignant symphony of despair that resonated through the walls of the once vibrant castle.

Yet, as Y/n grieved the loss of the life she had known, the castle remained silent, oblivious to her anguish. Reality had shifted, and she found herself trapped within the confines of her fractured mind, forever longing for a love and a life that were but fading memories.

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