ravishing ➳ zarry

beauteous

beauteous

adjective

[byoo-tee-uh s]

1. beautiful

+ prince zayn

Prince Styles, is specifically beauteous. There was absolutely no doubt.

And to be forced to spend the rest of my life with someone I am genuinely fond of, is surpassing.

"Your highness, may I see if there's anything needed to be changed?" Miss Crawford asked me, knocking on my bedroom door.

I was trying on my custom made suit for the ball. "Come in love." I called. "I look exceptional." I turned around for my mirror, not that it was going to say anything.

Miss Crawford trailed in with Miss Edgar. "You look charming, sir." Miss Edgar exclaimed with a smile.

"I know," I said. "Is this enough for Prince Styles? Should I be more rebellious?" I chuckled.

Miss Crawford laughed. "I think you look wonderful, your royal highness. Prince Styles will fall in love with you right away."

"He's already in love with me, babe." I scoffed. "He's undeniably in love with me."

"Now, Prince Zayn how do you know that?" Miss Edgar questioned me, with a smirk on her face.

I bit my lip, and looked down. "Okay, maybe I don't know for sure, but at least I think so."

Miss Crawford nodded. "Is there anything you'd like to change, sir?"

"Thank you very much ladies, but I think this is the one." I winked at the two. "Thank you for your help.. May you please call Mr Roosevelt upstairs, immediately?"

"Certainly, your highness." Miss Crawford and Miss Edgar scampered out of my room, and before I knew it, Mr Roosevelt, the master of our household department was knocking on my open door, holding a tray with my mother's tea set on it.

"Your royal highness." He put the tea set down on the delivery cart beside my door, and bowed down.

"Come in," I watched as Mr Roosevelt pushed the cart towards me.

"Tea, your highness?" He asked, motioning towards the tea pot, in which was steaming.

"Thank you," He poured it into the empty tea cup, and handed it to me. "I called you here to discuss.. About Prince Styles.." I walked over to the little table by my window, and sat down.

"Have a seat," I spoke, pointing to the empty chair across from me.

"Yes, your highness." Mr Roosevelt nodded, and walked over and sat down.

"You sent the invitation to Prince Harry first, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Has he replied?" I tried to ask in a less demanding tone, but Prince Styles just meant so much to me.

"I was going to come up as soon as Miss Crawford and Miss Edgar left, but you called me. He did reply." Mr Roosevelt handed me the letter.

Prince Harold Edward Styles presents his compliments to the Master of the Household and have the honor to obey His Majesty, Prince Zayn Malik's command to The Royal Ball on 28th of March at 9:00 pm.

A smile grew on my face. "Thank you, very much Mr Roosevelt." I held back my smile while speaking to him.

"My pleasure, Prince Zayn." Mr Roosevelt trailed out of the room.

I kept Prince Styles' letter.

*:･ﾟ✧ a/n: guys this is so great i love this story. i feel as if this story is helping me broaden my vocabulary because of the royalty piece. writing this story, i discovered how much i love words oh my goodness! :) i sound so weird // alexis.