ravishing ➳ zarry

lustrous

lustrous

[luhs-truh s]

adjective

1. having ; shining; luminous:

2. brilliant; splendid; resplendent; illustrious:

❝lustrous eyes.❞

+ prince harry

Normally, others don't even bother visiting my dad's castle, until today.

The Master of the Household

is Commanded by His Majesty, Prince Zayn Malik to invite

Prince Harold Edward Styles

to the Royal Ball at Buckingham Palace

on Thursday, 28th of March at 9:00 pm.

"Mr Ambler, does father know of this?" I questioned him, pointing at the letter in my hands.

We were stood on the top of the staircase, leading to the great hall.

"Yes, of course he does your royal highness," Mr Ambler, the master of our household's department spoke.

"What about Princess Perrie? Princess Leigh? What about them?" Our marriages were already planned. What could this possibly mean?

"King Styles has spoken with King Pinnock." Mr Ambler stated. "Your marrying Prince Zayn."

This was an absolutely shocking, but incredible moment.

Yes, I can marry Prince Malik. It would be an absolute honor.

To wake up every morning and see his lovely lustrous hazel eyes noticing me. Soft kisses. Enjoyable little cuddles.

"I object!" I lied. "I, have to marry Prince Malik?"

"I shouldn't be the one you discuss this amongst, your majesty." Mr Ambler bowed. "Question King Styles, sir." Mr Ambler strolled down the stairs and disappeared into the great hall.

I huffed, and trotted down the long flight of stairs, and when reaching the entrance to the grand hall I sat down at the bottom of the stairs.

"Is that attitude I hear?" Duchess Sophia, laughed, making her way out of the grand hall.

"Where's your husband?" I muttered. "Where's Sir Liam?"

Madam Sophia ignored my comment. Not that she didn't like Liam. The two were forced to marry a while back, and Sophia has just recently figured out that Sir Liam was gay, and hopelessly in love with Sir Louis, duke of the Buckingham Palace - King Malik's palace. "Why are you frustrated? You just got an invitation to the one and only Prince Malik's Royal Ball. How could you miss out on an opportunity like this?"

"I'm not." I stood up. "I'm marrying him."

Sophia gasped. "You have got to be kidding me!"

"Nope," I exhaled. "If you excuse me, I've got to go find your gay husband."

Sophia rolled her eyes at me. I normally made jokes with her about Sir Liam.

I made my way out of the palace and to the courtyard where Liam was sat on the side of a fountain, playing guitar. "You look alluring, your grace." I smiled, parading towards him.

"Not as alluring as Sir Louis your highness." Liam said. "Sophia is a beautiful lady, but I can't help what I'm feeling."

"And, I'm not stopping you from feeling what you are feeling, sir." I stood before him. "I'm marrying Prince Zayn."

"Really?" Liam stopped playing guitar and looked up at me. "Your highness, I'm not sure I understand what your saying," He joked, putting his guitar down and standing up.

Sir Liam inched his way closer to me.

"I said it as clear as possible your grace. I am marrying Prince-" Liam cut me off by trying to kiss me.

I pushed him off right away. "Your probably a splendid kisser Sir Liam." I paused.

"Your highness I'm terribly sorry," Liam panicked. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Don't be," I bit my lip, holding back a smirk. "I am immeasurably flattered, but somewhere, I feel that Prince Malik would be 110 times better than you." I walked off, smirking just to myself.

Sir Liam had a bold personality. "It doesn't matter anyways," I called back. "You could' have kissed me."

"You pushed off, your highness," Liam shout.

I ignored, walking away.

*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: hello readers, liam and harry didn't kiss okay, harry pushed off. even though before i wrote it and made sure liam and harry kissed because i wanted to stress you guys out, but i changed it because zarry is life. but lirry is really hot tbh that's the first lirry 'thing' i've ever written. anyways, i hope your enjoying so far, the ball is soon fam. // alexis.