Harry's POV
I sat nonchalantly at the dinning table listening to my mom lecture me on my behavior towards the brat Y/n. I just simply drank wine out of my chalice as I drowned her out with alcohol. I didn't care to hear about how I made Ms. Virgin Mary feel uncomfortable. She was so wound tight, I though a good fuck would loosen her up. Apparently, that was a wrong move. I casually took another sip of my wine when my chalice was smacked away from my hand. The cup completely missed my lips, wine went everywhere and my glass chalice shattered. Wine and glass everywhere. I lazily lifted my eyes to meet my mothers who were blazing with fury. I was a tad afraid, but I tried to seem immune.
"You don't care anymore do you", my poor mom sounded so defeated.
I looked up at her with hazy eyes, I was still hungover from the night before and with the four glasses of wine I just had. I really couldn't comprehend what was really going on. I felt a twinge in my heart when my mothers eyes filled with tears. I didn't want to be difficult, but I liked that things had come easy for me. I liked that girls had gave in so easily to me and that everything I ever wanted was at my finger tips. I didn't want to think about the responsibilities. I was only 23 years old, I didn't want to be married already. I wanted to continue to live in the state of euphoria, where all I had to think about is which party I could go to next. Looking into my moms eyes, I felt really bad for my behavior and the way it upset my mom. I had never had felt that way before but my problem was I didn't know what to say to her to make things better.
"I've tried everything in my power to help you get over this daze but none worked", she finally sat down on a chair and buried her face in her hand letting out a sob.
I had to hold back my tears as I watched her cry, I got up from my chair and sat in the chair next to her. I had placed a hand on her shoulder and rubbed it in a comforting way. She looked up at me with red eyes that again tore my heart.
"I'm so sorry my son, I'm so sorry I brought you into this mess. I knew I should have given it to someone else. Now I've lost my beautiful baby boy, I didn't protect you enough and now it's my fault you are like this. Please forgive me?", she grabbed one of my hands and cried into it.
I could feel the ice around my heart start to melt. I know I should have acted better and I should have respected my parents and the position they gave me. I only met the princess Y/n once, she was beautiful, she didn't put up with my shit. Maybe this second meeting at our mid summers party would help us get off to a better start. I hadn't realized that I remained silent for a long period of time till I heard my mom speak up.
"I'm going to talk your father, maybe someone else can take up the throne. I've already given you to big of a cross to bear, I can't put you through this anymore", she wiped her tears and began to stand.
"Wait!!!", I stopped my mom from walking a step further.
"I'll agree to do this, k don't want you to have to find someone else. I'll talk to Princess Y/n when she comes to our Mid Summers party. We can work it out", I begged her.
"Do you mean that", my mom sniffled.
"Yes", I nodded my head.
"That's good cause princess Y/n feels the same. She's willing to give you one more chance and if everything goes well at Mid Summer", my mom got up and began to walk away.
"Don't fuck it up Harry".
