𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅 𝗹𝗲𝗲

𝟭𝟵

THE DAYS AFTER THEIR DECLARATION of wanting to fight for their love were filled with a deep sense of urgency. felix and diana both knew that their time together was running out, that the calm moments of freedom they had shared in london could not last forever. but in those fleeting moments, there was an unspoken understanding between them: they had something real, something worth fighting for, even if the world around them would never understand.

they had spent the past few days sneaking away from the public eye, finding solace in hidden corners of the city. each time they met, it felt like a stolen gift. even something as simple as a shared glance across the room, a private smile amidst a crowd, felt like a rebellion in the best possible way.

but as much as they tried to hold on to each other, there was always the looming specter of duty, of expectation, of the role diana was born into. it was a role that left her feeling like she was suffocating, like she had to constantly hide parts of herself just to fit into the life everyone else expected of her.

"felix," diana said softly one evening, as they walked through the empty streets of london. the night was chilly, the air crisp with the remnants of a summer that had long since passed. "do you ever think about what we're doing? about how this... this can never be permanent?"

felix's heart clenched at her words. he had thought about it, of course. how could he not? every moment with her felt like a gift, but it also carried the weight of the world. they were living in a dream that was always at risk of being torn apart by the harsh reality of their worlds colliding.

"i think about it all the time," he admitted, his voice low but steady. "but i don't want to think about it. not right now. right now, we have each other, and that's enough. i'm not going to waste the time we have left worrying about what can't be."

her eyes softened as she looked at him, her hand instinctively reaching for his. their fingers intertwined, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear. it was just the two of them—two people who had found something beautiful, something rare, in the midst of their separate worlds.

but even as they walked through the streets, enjoying the fleeting joy of being together, diana felt the weight of her royal title pressing down on her. she had responsibilities, obligations to her family and her people. the life she led was not one she could easily escape, no matter how deeply she loved felix.

"i don't want to be just a princess, felix," she said quietly, her voice tinged with sadness. "i want to be more than that. i want to be myself. i want to be someone who's free to love who i want, to live how i want. but i'm not sure i can have both. i don't know how to balance it all."

felix's heart broke for her. he knew that feeling—the constant pressure to be something, someone, that you weren't. he had seen it in the eyes of other idols, the constant battle between their true selves and the personas they were forced to wear for the world. but for diana, it was magnified. she was not just an idol or a public figure—she was royalty. her life had been mapped out for her before she was even born, and the weight of that legacy was something she could never escape.

"you are more than a princess," he said softly, his voice filled with certainty. "you're diana. and that's enough for me. you don't have to be anything else. i love you for who you are, not for who the world wants you to be."

she smiled at him, a flicker of hope lighting up her eyes. "thank you," she whispered. "thank you for seeing me. really seeing me."

they walked in silence for a while, each lost in their thoughts, but it was a comfortable silence. the kind of silence that spoke volumes without saying a word. it was the kind of silence that came with trust, with understanding. and in that moment, diana realized that maybe, just maybe, she could have both. love and duty. freedom and responsibility. perhaps it wouldn't be easy, and perhaps they would have to make sacrifices along the way, but she wasn't ready to give up on this. on him.

later that night, after a quiet dinner in a small restaurant tucked away in a side street, diana and felix found themselves back in his hotel room. the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting shadows on the walls. they were tired, but there was a quiet energy between them, an unspoken need to hold onto each other for as long as they could.

diana sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the city below. london was a beautiful place at night, the lights shimmering like stars in the distance. but no matter how beautiful the city was, it felt empty without felix by her side. she had spent so many years surrounded by people, surrounded by expectations, but now, with him, she finally felt like she was whole.

felix walked over to her, his steps slow and measured, and sat down next to her. he didn't say anything at first, just placed his hand on hers. she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, the comfort of his presence soothing her troubled mind.

"i don't know how much longer i can do this," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "the secrecy, the lies, pretending we're just friends... it's getting harder, felix."

he sighed, his hand gently brushing through her hair. "i know. i feel it too. but we're almost there, diana. we'll figure it out. we'll find a way to be together, to live our lives the way we want to, no matter what it takes."

she looked up at him, her heart swelling with love for him. "i believe you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "but sometimes, it feels like we're fighting a losing battle. like no matter how hard we try, the world will never let us be together."

"we won't let that stop us," felix replied firmly. "i'll fight for you, diana. i'll fight for us, no matter what."

diana's breath caught in her throat. he was so certain, so unwavering in his devotion to her. she had never felt anything like this before. it was like he was the anchor that kept her grounded in a world that was constantly shifting beneath her feet.

"thank you," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "thank you for not giving up on me."

felix smiled, his thumb gently tracing her cheek. "i'll never give up on you, diana. never."

they sat in silence for a long time after that, the weight of their unspoken promises hanging in the air between them. in those quiet moments, diana realized that love wasn't about perfection. it wasn't about having everything in place. it was about fighting through the struggles, holding onto each other when everything else seemed uncertain. and with felix by her side, she knew that, no matter what, they could face whatever came their way.

the night stretched on, and as they finally lay down together, their bodies entwined in the warmth of the sheets, diana felt a sense of peace settle over her. for the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn't worried about the future. she wasn't worried about the secrets or the lies. she was simply there, with him, and that was all that mattered.

but deep down, diana knew the truth: their love was fragile. it was a delicate thing, one that could be shattered at any moment by the weight of the world around them. and yet, in that moment, it felt like the most real thing in the world.

and that was enough.