𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝗹𝗲𝗲

𝟭𝟴

THE DAYS IN LONDON BLURRED TOGETHER, a mixture of long, stolen moments and the unavoidable tension of what couldn't be. with each passing day, diana felt the pull of their secret relationship tightening around her chest, a weight she was no longer sure she could carry. the truth was, being with felix was the most genuine thing she had ever experienced, yet it was the most dangerous. it felt as though she were dancing on the edge of a cliff, each step a little closer to a fall that could tear everything apart.

they had spent time in the city, touring the quieter parts of london, away from the prying eyes of the public. in a way, it was a perfect escape—a world where diana could be free, where she could laugh and joke without anyone whispering behind her back. but there was always that lingering feeling, that ever-present sense of danger, the knowledge that they could never truly be open with each other, never let their love shine for the world to see.

the contrast between her royal life and this secret love was jarring. diana had spent her entire life learning to mask her true emotions. every word she said, every movement she made, was calculated. her duty to her family, to the crown, was always first. and now, here she was, falling deeply in love with someone who could never truly be hers in the eyes of the world. it was a constant battle between what she wanted and what was expected of her.

"it's like living in two worlds," she confided in felix one night as they sat on a balcony overlooking the london skyline. the lights of the city sparkled below them, but diana felt a distance between herself and everything she had known. her family, her responsibilities, the expectations—everything felt foreign now. "i don't know who i am anymore."

felix looked at her, his heart aching at the sadness in her voice. he had known from the beginning that loving her would mean sacrificing something, but seeing her so lost in the weight of her responsibilities made him question everything. he didn't want her to feel trapped. he didn't want her to feel as if she had to choose between him and the life she had been born into. but he knew the stakes. and he knew she had been born into a world that would never allow their love to flourish.

"you're you," felix said gently, his voice soft but certain. "you're diana, and that's all that matters. none of this—none of the royal stuff, the rules, or the expectations—none of it changes who you are inside. you're still the person i fell in love with."

diana turned to him, her eyes searching his face, looking for any sign of doubt. she found none. his words, simple as they were, wrapped around her heart like a lifeline. for the first time in days, she allowed herself to breathe, to let go of the crushing weight of duty. here, with him, she didn't have to be a princess. she could just be diana.

but then, like a cold splash of water, reality crashed back down on her. the world outside was still watching, still waiting for her to play her part. she was still the daughter of the queen, the sister of the future king. she had a duty to her people, a duty to uphold the legacy of the crown. and that duty would never allow her to love felix openly.

"do you ever wonder if we're just fooling ourselves?" diana asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. "that we're holding onto something that can never be?"

felix's heart twisted. he understood the fear in her words. he shared it too. he had no illusions about the difficulty of their situation. loving her was not just difficult—it was dangerous. every touch, every glance, every word spoken in the privacy of their shared moments felt like an act of rebellion. and yet, it was the most real thing he had ever known.

"no," he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence. "i don't think we're fooling ourselves. i know this is real. i know this is worth it. and i know that, even if we can't be open about it now, we'll find a way. because i'm not giving up on us. i won't."

his words hung in the air between them, heavy and sincere. diana could see the sincerity in his eyes, and it warmed her from the inside out. she wanted to believe him. she wanted to believe that their love could survive all of this—the secrecy, the pressure, the expectations. but how long could they keep it hidden? how long could they pretend?

that night, as they lay together in the quiet of felix's london hotel suite, the silence was almost suffocating. diana clung to him, her body pressed close to his as if by doing so, she could erase the distance between their worlds. but even in the warmth of his embrace, there was an emptiness. they couldn't escape the truth that hung over them like a dark cloud: their love was a secret, and it couldn't stay hidden forever.

the next morning, as they prepared for another day in the city, felix couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out. he had never been someone who liked to wait, and yet, that was all they seemed to be doing—waiting for the right moment, waiting for circumstances to change, waiting for a time when they could be free.

"do you ever feel like we're just... waiting?" felix asked, his voice quiet but filled with a certain urgency. "waiting for something to change, for the world to suddenly understand? but it's not going to, is it?"

diana turned to him, her eyes searching his face. she had thought the same thing so many times, but hearing him say it out loud made the reality all the more palpable. "no," she admitted softly. "it's not going to change. not anytime soon, anyway. we're trapped in this... this cycle of waiting, and i'm not sure how much longer i can do it."

"then we change it," felix said, his voice suddenly resolute. "we stop waiting. we stop letting the world tell us what we can and can't do. we take control of our own lives, even if it means doing it on our terms, in our own way."

diana looked at him, her heart swelling with both love and fear. she wanted to believe in what he was saying. she wanted to believe that they could fight back against the system, against everything that stood in their way. but could they really? could they truly make a life for themselves, away from the eyes of the world, away from the restrictions of her royal bloodline?

the idea of defying everything she had been raised to believe felt both terrifying and liberating. it was a life she had never imagined, one that held both the promise of freedom and the looming threat of scandal. it was the kind of life she had always longed for, yet one that could shatter everything she knew in an instant.

but as felix looked at her, his eyes filled with such determination, she realized something important: the only way they could survive this was together. they couldn't wait for the world to change. they had to change it for themselves.

"i'm scared," she whispered, her voice trembling. "but i want to try. i want to fight for this."

felix pulled her closer, his lips pressing against her forehead in a tender kiss. "we'll fight together. no matter what."

the promise hung in the air, a fragile vow between them. they both knew the road ahead would be difficult. it would be filled with obstacles, with secrets and lies, with the ever-present fear of being discovered. but for the first time, diana felt a spark of hope. she didn't know what the future held, but she knew that with felix by her side, they could face whatever came their way.

the night drew on, and they spent the rest of their time in london savoring the moments they had left. there was no mention of the future, no talk of what would happen when they were apart. for now, they were simply two people in love, trying to make the most of the time they had.

but as the sun began to rise the next morning, marking the end of their brief time together, the weight of reality settled back in. they had to say goodbye. and neither of them knew when they would see each other again.

but one thing was certain: whatever the future held, they would face it together.