Chapter 2: Future King

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              "Welcome to England, I hope you are pleased with your quarters"  He gave me a cheeky smile after a slight bow.
          My eyebrows raised and my mouth pursed. I was not amused with the fact that he did not even care enough to greet me when I first arrived.  However, I did not want him to know that I already cared so much about what he felt about me . 

           "Yes, hello your Majesty, how was your afternoon? I must have missed you this evening when I arrived, I fear I did not see you." I would rather him think that I was not aware that he was busy when I arrived, than him think that I was obsessed with his ideas of me.

           He grinned, he knew that I was aware where he was this evening, more like who he was with this evening. He apologized with a chuckle and crossed his hands behind his back, as he slowly started walking back. He was subconsciously trying to get out of the awkward situation. 

     I felt like I should let him know it was okay to leave, so I bowed down while grabbing my flimsy sleepwear. I looked up through my eyelashes my entire body bent forward. I pushed my chest upward and said my goodbyes. 

    "It was my pleasure meeting you my Prince, I feel very tired, I hope that I will see you tomorrow." I told him quietly making up silly lies so he would leave. 

     " Of course. I will make sure to show you around tomorrow. Have a goodnight my Lady." He walked off and a guard reached over to close my door. 

   That was not what I had expected, I wanted my meeting with Prince Henry to be incredible. I wanted to meet his eyes and feel love, not the cold awkwardness that I saw within him. I wanted it to be easy, I wanted for all the rumors to be fake. I wanted him to immediately realize that he loves me, that all of the other British ladies were just a waste of his time. I wanted him to spend all his time with me. 

     I know now that those were all silly fantasies. They were all dreams that my 14 year old self conjured up, so that kept my belief of love alive.  The Prince, was to be King, and I his queen. There was no time for distractions and there was definitely no space in this kingdom for love.

I would not let this keep me from trying, I will make the Prince feel something, no matter how long it takes. 


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Authors Note: I am so sorry! I know this chapter absolutely reeks... but I will get back in the game. I am going to write some more this week, because I have Thanksgiving week off, except for a few of my college classes. Well, anyway, sorry...    

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