Papillon (Prince Harry)

Chapter Eighty Nine

       

Evee tried her best to keep her eyes open at the early morning of Christmas. Harry and her had a wonderful Christmas Eve last night. She had stepped into Sandringham Estate for the very first time and she thought it was absolutely marvelous. Before the dinner, Harry and his father walked along the gardens with William, Catherine and the children, just talking. Evee didn't even think about last Christmas, it seemed so far away.

She had called her parents before dinner, wishing them a Happy Christmas, ensuring them that she was safe and sound and she couldn't wait to see them in a little less than two months. Evee was kind of glad for Sonja's etiquette lessons when she sat along the table with the whole royal family during dinner. The Queen had been nothing but nice and the family even toasted to the upcoming wedding.

It was just now that she noticed the small downside of being part of the Royals. Waking up early on Christmas morning to go attend a church ceremony. The whole ordeal of going through make-up and hair at seven in the morning wasn't her way of waking up on Christmas morning. She finally realized then that she probably would have to do this for the rest of her life.

She had entered the St Mary Magdalene Church with a little wave towards the crowd and Harry's hand on her lower back. It was now, listening to the sounds of the organ that she had trouble keeping her eyes open. Everybody was apparently singing along gracefully along with the choir, she seemed to be the only one who had to look at the papers to mouth along the words.

In the middle of the song, Evee could see Harry holding back laughter when she missed a part and mouthed the wrong words. It was then that she decided that couldn't happen on their wedding day and she would study the whole program of songs.

Harry was wearing a long black coat that actually matched hers quite well. Evee's royal blue dress hung with much grace around her curves, the only thing bothering her was the damn fascinator perched on top of her head. It wasn't a bad one, really. It seemed as if Anna finally knew that Evee didn't like the extravagant feather like fascinators. This one was just a sober black hat.

The prince on the other hand didn't mind the fascinator at all and for once, he didn't actually laugh at her. He thought she looked really good. He could tell that she lost a couple of pounds by the way her dress clung on her frame but he learned in the first months of their relationship to actually never comment on a woman's weight. He knew she was trying her best to look good for the wedding. Harry honestly didn't feel like it was necessary, he liked her curves, he never thought of her as fat. She was a woman, he always adored her curves. When she elegantly shrugged off her coat in church, he couldn't help but let his eyes wonder on her backside. Thankfully, no weight was lost on that department.

"You look good, Wales." He heard her mumble in his ear.

Trying not to grin in church, he edged his head closer to her head. "Want an exclusive repeat of last night?" He teasingly whispered, hoping no one would hear.

Harry tried not laugh when he noticed her red stained cheeks, "Are you trying to shag in every estate your grandmother owns?"

"We haven't had Buckingham." He answered, whispering.

Evee's eyes widened as she stared ahead, watching the bishop speak but not really administrating the words. "That is not happening."

"I've got plenty of balcony scenes in my head." He spoke a little louder this time, trying to hold back laughter when he saw her shocked face.

They immediately stopped talking when she heard William coughing next to them. It seemed as if they were caught a little red handed by her brother in law. Not that any of this would come as a surprise for him. They tried to continue respectfully focusing on the ceremony in front of them but both had to hold back laughter. "You're such an idiot." Evee whispered, leaning closer once again.