Stars are in your eyes H.S

11

"Oh you're here."

I was just making my way to my bed something which was cold and unfamiliar from my absence. And when I went to my room Tatiana was reading some papers.

"Yes." I pull the heavy blanket over me ignoring Tatiana's presence it's better that way it doesn't remind me of her unfaithfulness.

"Harry dear." The word gratulation what does it mean?

"Do not call me dear."

"I'm sorry but...can we forget about what happened that night. The maids are talking and your mother is noticing your mood."

Forget?

"Forget? Forget like forgetting all the 15 FUCKING DAMN TIMES YOU CHEATED ON ME TATIANA?!" I shout, standing my nose flaring.

She flinches, tears swarming her face.

"It was a mistake..."

"Oh yes all the empty wine bottles and another man in your bed all a mistake!"

She turns her head to the floor in shame.

"Why do you say sorry Tatiana when you never mean it and the next week you will having another night."

I throw a pillow narrowly missing her head.

"I should be the only one who's sorry, Mrs Styles, your highness your very majesty I clearly can't keep the alcohol away from you and give you what you need."

I wince at my shrill voice

Tatiana doesn't cry anymore after 3am she lies down. We both know everything it will all be the same tomorrow there is nothing but forgiveness as an option.

***

The sunlight pours through the window as I stretch to find nothing but my mother siting on the unused sofa in the corner we have too many of those.

"Harry it's 10pm why do you have to be the last one to wake in this house."

"I think the correct term would be Mansion."

"Harry! Your attitude is unacceptable be grateful and graceful. Have I thought you nothing and why are you so snappy. Sarcasm who would think such ill manners would exist in Liberum Carcerem."

I ignore her ever so long speech in etiquette.

"And Harry I am very concerned Tatiana's belly isn't growing you know. There must be an heir or heiress to the throne. We wouldn't want to have to rely on Young master Taro, he isn't setting down, anytime soon."

With this catches my attention and my ever so dear mother does too.

"Harry I don't know why Tatiana is not pregnant but she has to be. The doctors say she has a high chance of a child with you both! It's very possible, so tell me Harry. Why are the rooms so quiet and why are the maids talking very... Let's say interesting information on our King and Queen?"

I gulp.

"To be honest mother I don't know why. Maids like to gossip, you know as ever they must've made some assumptions and then someone told someone..."

"I am very informed of what gossip is. But that isn't the matter Harry honey..."

She turns to me sharply.