Eva's PoV
18 years old (Harry is 18 in this)
"I'm finally going to meet my future husband" I squealed to one of my maids as she did my hair.
I had been waiting for this moment since I was a little girl. I had always loved the fairytale and just couldn't wait till I got one myself.
"And King" my maid added on. I squealed even loader
I can't wait to meet him. He's going to be just like the story books say. Yes I knew very little about him, but how can the books be wrong.
I was already dressed up in a fancy dress, blue with gold detailing and my hair was getting put together. I was just buzzing with excitement. My mother soon walked in
"Oh my you look stunning" she exclaimed as she came in and took a closer look
"She's very excited, my lady, she's buzzing" the maid laughed as she added a few clips into the work of art she has created
"A meeting dinner with your future husband and King, I can see why" she laughed and the maid pattered my head abit then explained that she was done. It was true that I did look stunning and I couldn't believe how well she had done. I shot up and wrapped my hands around her
"Thank you" I exclaimed
"My pleasure, you have a good time, my future queen" she said, I couldn't help but allow a smile to creep apon my face
I was going to become queen. I really was a fairytale princess and it was all coming into play. Yes my childhood wasn't as horrific as theirs, but I was going to get their happy ending which is all I really cared about.
Harry's PoV
"Where the bloody hell have you been, they will be arriving in only hours" my father yelled as I walked in
I had been in the wood, hunting mainly
"Hunting, look I'm here okay" I scoffed, he was angry I could tell but he cooled himself down
"You're the future King so act like one, now go off to get presentable" he commanded. I nodded
"Certainly" I replied with in a sarcastic voice.
God why did I have to deal with this shit
One of Harry's maids PoV
"The girl is coming in to meet him today" I said to Gerda
"May God have mercy on her, he's a right charmer at first but after, god I'll be praying" she replied with
"Bless her, I herd she's been dreaming of a fairytale" I told her in response
"If it's a fairytale she's after, then she's in the wrong genre. The fairy tale she will get is the Nobel steed was shot, the fairy god mother hung, the dragon roaming free and the knight in shining armour is a witch in disguise"
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Dead melody (Harry Styles/Jai Brooks)
FanfictionHer song was disturbed. A broken voice sang broken cords. A violin with cut string scratched by a snapped bow. A out of place tune filled bleeding ears. Words of such cruelty burned a sweet soul. After marrying a man who is to be king, Eva thinks h...
