His Queen

24.

He was not sated.
Love was not sufficient.
He would not let them exist happily.
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The young prince bounds happily as he stares at his mother, patiently waiting for further directions. He was undeniably mighty handsome as all have predicted; every feature an exact portrait of his mother. He was a prodigy, with such fine intelligence at the young age of four that never cease to surprise even the oldest of scholars. His mother and father could not be more proud of the royal heir. He was, after all the crowned prince of the mightiest kingdom that has ever existed. Deem fit was he for the title, ever so kind and responsible and intelligent with a handsome face anyone could not resist.

How was he able to obtain such traits you ask?
For this sweet, sweet boy was made of love.

And that was more than everything.

"Harry!"

Blonde hair, evergreen eyes and plump lips; he was truly born a prince. His gentle mother takes hold of his hand softly, as she leans down in front of her son.

"Are you excited?" She asks, face alight for this was to be a glorious day.

Glorious day, indeed.

The young prince nods excitedly, his small fist tightening around his beloved mother. "I am, mama!"

The queen laughs at this with her smile seemingly as luminous as the jewels on her majestic crown that sat atop her head. Her eyes twinkle with joy; for never would she be more thankful for having such kind-hearted son that would make a great king upon history. "Let us go, then. Before anything else, let us bid farewell to papa."

The Queen stands, hand in hand with the young prince as they head for the large study where his papa awaits. The doors open as they see a tall, prestige figure gazing out of the large window.

"Papa! Papa! I am here!" The prince squeals happily, releasing his hand from his mother's grasp and bounding for his father who tried to contain his smile. The prince tugs at his father's robe, big and round jade eyes excitedly gazing at him. "I sense a little dog tugging at my robes!" He exclaims with faux astonishment. "Let me tickle him before he bids farewell." With that, he quickly snatched the prince into his loving arms as he tickles his loving son. The young boy screams of laughter, pleading for him to stop with his pointed nose wrinkling. "Papa! Papa! S-Stop it Papa!" The queen walks towards them with a smile on her face as she shakes her head in laughter. She quickly gathers her disheveled and giggling son in her arms as she presses her lips upon the soft ones of the king.

"It is time for us to go. Take great care and we love you!" She grins, hugging him as the king wraps he arms around

his love,
his family,
his life.

"I love you too, Alexa. And my little Harry." He whispers, departing from them as he kisses his son's forehead.

"I love you too papa." He whispers softly.

The royal family trudged outside to the grand doors, the large royal carriage awaiting with knights mightily riding their stallion. The Queen and the Prince bids one last farewell to the King, promising to return later.

"We promise to return later!"

You see, if only promises that are broken did not hurt, then it would not have done what it did.

The escorts of knights exited the palace grounds, as the coach of the royal carriage whips the horses and they come to a move. The little prince excitedly pokes his head through the windows, eyes full of wonder and happiness. There was more to come.