Harry's POV
I sat with Niall as we shared a bottle of wine, passing it to each other in the most obscure part of the garden so we wouldn't be seen. I felt like such a piece of shut after what happened with Y/n that I didn't know what to do with myself. Tamara had said she wanted a goodbye kiss, which meant a goodbye fuck. At first I thought it was a good idea, that was until Y/n walked in on us. The look Y/n's face held when she realized what was going on, it made me realize what my mom was saying. I couldn't do this for the rest of my life, I needed to buckle down and make responsible decisions.
"You ok, you're quiet", Niall asked as we continued to drink.
"I fucked up big time Niall", I signed disappointed in myself.
"With that princess? Yeah you did, I already heard Duke Cassidy say he's going to talk to parliament about heading his son to be king. Seems like you've damaged your reputation enough. They will probably like the idea of having as someone else as king", Niall shrugged taking another drink of wine.
"What?!!!", I screamed out in shock sitting straight up.
"Don't worry Harry, this is a good thing. Now you can just party with us and continue to hook up with girls", Niall said sluggishly as he took a hit from his joint in his other hand and another sip of wine.
"This throne has been in my family since we came here. I can't loose it single handedly because I'm a twat. I have too.....I'm sorry Niall I have to go", I got up from the spot we were at.
"Why do you care, you've always said you didn't want to be king", he stopped me with my own words.
"Fine. I'll make an appointment, but beware Harry", My father tutted me.
"Yes", I asked skeptically.
"This is no joke, once I make the appointment and you speak in front of parliament then they might rule you can still be heir to the throne. Once that happens parliament will keep a close eye on you. Screw up once and they'll snatch the rug from under your feet. So be warned, you might have to emulate perfection in order to please them", my father warned me.
I knew what he meant, he was earning me because of parliament had indeed granted me another chance to be king. By a miracle. Then I would be walking on egg shells, needing to constantly prove myself. I was up for the challenge though, my toughest one though was going to be winning the heart of princess Y/n once again. I looked at my father who had been staring at me, waiting for my answer.
"I'm ready. I can do this".
