The Prince that Saved Me

Chapter XXV

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"Are you ready?" Lily asks as she fixes my dress. "I believe so." I breathe, closing my eyes for a moment. I can't believe I was getting married again.

It's been two months since Anne's arrival and Harold wanted to have a proper wedding. Well he said he wanted to but I think he just wants to make me happy. I remember him always dreading the publicized event but when he told me about it last month, he looked anxious for my answer.

"It's time." Frederick, the event planner said, chimes coming into the room 20 minutes later. "This will be a very long and tiresome walk but just stay focused on what's at the end." He smiles, kisses my hand and positions me in front of the door next to Zayn. I asked Gemma to be the one to carry my train as I walked down the isle as Zayn escorted me- something I didn't know about until today; it made me cry for the 50th time. "You look absolutely amazing. Richard is very pleased, Elizabeth." Zayn says, kissing my forehead right as the door opens. I smile at him, trying to hold my tears back but of course I fail miserably.

Keeping my posture straight and my steps uniform, I finally make it to the alter in what feels like hours. Literal hours. Before going to stand next to Harold, I take a look across the ginormous room. My mum and George were there with my baby sister. Annie and Robin were there, sitting adjacent to the King and Queen. Lily and George were smiling up at me. Niall giving Lily the same look Harold always gives me. Louis was sitting in between Georgie and Liam, holding his goddaughter, Princess Anne.

As Zayn kisses my hands before going to sit down, or as Gemma takes my bouquet, or as the priests begins to talk I just stare at my husband with so much love and affection it almost hurts. The pain eases as I see the same look radiating off of him. He mouths the words I love you as the priest is still talking. I love you, I mouth back.

After standing for what I know has been hours, it's time for us to walk back into our car and head to Buckingham Palace. It's so hectic and mad everywhere you turn and I barely have anytime to see my daughter. I need to see her and I think Harold feels the same way. 

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Sitting in one of the many beautiful rooms in the Palace after getting picked at and made up again, I hear the door knob turning. I thought it was someone else I didn't want to see until Harold comes in with a cream colored carriage. I stand immediately, forgetting about my aching  feet and rush towards them. "Annie." I coo, picking her up. "We probably only have a few minutes before we have to go wave like monkeys." Harold says, lightly locking the door. I resume my position in my comfortable chair, this time holding my precious daughter. "She has your eyes, you know?" I smile, brushing her hair softly with my hand. "And your nose." He whispers, leaning over me from behind the chair. "Thank you, Harry." I say, as I get up to put Anne back into her carriage. "For saving me. If it were for you I don't know where I'd be today." I smile, remembering the first day we met. "Running into you in your secret garden was the best day of my life and I didn't even know it."

"I have something for you." I exclaim, remembering the big sheet-covered present I had sitting across the room. "What?" He laughs as I run across the room, dragging him with me. "I made this about a month ago and I just really really need you to like it." I say, growing red in the cheeks. "I'm sure I'll love it." I unmask the portrait I painted for him and his eyes grew in excitement and what I think was awe. "You made- of course you made this- wow this is wonderful, phenomenal Elizabeth! I love this. I want this in her nursery, so she knows how much her parents love her and each other." I feel his arms circle around my waist and his presence warming me. "The moment I met you, I knew you were my queen." he says, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek. We stand quietly and contently in each others arms for a while, soaking up the love that was drenching us. 

The End.