3rd p.o.v
The room is quiet. Everyone is silent. No one spoke. No one moved. Just. Silent.
Tonight was peaceful and full of celebration for the new King and Queen. Their proposal. The happiness that once filled the now quiet room.
It seems as nothing matters but the young boy holding his father's hand. His wife holding his head with tears staining her face. The new Queen on his right.
The painful pants that pass the Prince lips fill the room now. Letting everyone know the heart breaking truth. Silver has pierced through his body. Nothing can save him.
The prince looks to his wife and smiles up at her. He tells her how much he loves her and that he hopes they meet again in the after life or wherever they end up. He whispers he will wait for her no matter how long it takes. He wipes her tears and looks to his son.
They share eye contact which shows a mix of emotions. Love. Happiness. Pity. But mostly pride.
"I have always been proud of you Harry. I know I wasn't much of a father but I cherish the moments we shared. I feel nothing but pride for you. My son. You will live.You will be happy. Tell a story in history. Just know I will always be by your side smiling at you. I love you." He tightens his grip around his hand around his son's. A broken sob passes his lips as the young boy hear his father's words. "I know.I love you too." He whispers as he watches his father's eyes dim. His life. His mortality fading.
He then turns to his son's soon to be wife. He just smiles at her but it holds so many words. But the only words he speaks is a thank you. Which she looks down with tears coating her eyes.
He slowly trials his eyes back to his weeping wife. He cups her face repeating his 'I love you' to her. Their lips connect one last time. To feel her soft lips. The softness of her skin upon his palm. Her vibert eyes that shine with every emotion known to man.
Just feel love one last time.
Slowly time goes. He takes his last breathe with a smile on his face. He protected his son. He protected him so he can see his future. He knows his legacy will live on.
He soon slowly fades to ash. Mila holding his cheek before he fully fades away. Surrounding his love ones. Leaving what used to be his kingdom. Leaving a trial a memories that will be told again. He won't be another faded memory.
Until then Long Live Prince Vlad.
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Don't be mad at me guys. *gets hit beside the head*. Okay your mad. *looks down*
*walks away*
*steps echo*
*opens door*
*walks out*
*walks back in*
*steps get closer*
Also my sister is writing a Mafia book called, "Man of Honuor" it's going to be a Harry styles fanfic and the prologue is up right now so you can see where it is going to be like.
Her username: @dcruz15
Anyways Vote. Comment. Stay beautiful and weird.
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