There are times in life when you find someone that just gets you. That understands you and can make sense of your world through their eyes. At first, you don't believe it and wonder if the universe is playing tricks on you. But, then you discover that your paths must have crossed for a reason. That this chance encounter was on purpose, but what was the purpose? It's a question you keep asking yourself until the answer falls right into your lap.
                              All I know is that we don't meet people by accident. Each person comes into our lives for a reason, whether big or small, they impact you in some sort of way. Some stay in your life, some go, but in the end a piece of you is changed for better or for worse.
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                              Emilia fidgeted with her dress trying to stop the wind from misplacing the fabric off of her body. But, that was not why she was full of nerves. Standing patiently on the tarmac in the capital city of Aldoria with Prime Minister Antony Laurier, and his wife Isobel, she watched a British Airways plane land making her heart skip a beat.
                              The plane that carried a certain British prince landed with ease and taxied towards the arrival party that was to greet Prince Harry at the start of his week long Illyrian Tour. 
                              It had been two months since Harry and Emilia had began to talk again. They had late night conversations that carried into the early morning hours talking about their day and what was happening in their life. Emilia had thrown herself into her Olympic training and was focusing on her charities and patronages, trying her best to stay out of the media's attention for the time being. Harry had officially completed his Apache helicopter training a week prior when he had learned that he was to take her majesty, Queen Elizabeth II's place on a scheduled tour of Illyria after an untimely health scare of the queen.
                              Once the news broke of the Queen being hospitalized, Emilia immediately reached out and offered her support to Harry to which she shockingly learned that Harry was to come on the tour instead of his grandmother. There was both excitement and nerves on both their parts having not seen each other for a long time, with their last face to face exchange that did not end entirely on a good note. Emilia had an unexpected meeting with her grandmother the following day and was asked to greet the prince upon his arrival in Aldoria. Her grandmother, Queen Eleanora figured Emilia was the perfect choice having already spent time with the prince in London at the Invictus Games. 
                              Now, she stood there watching Harry's plane bring them closer and closer to finally seeing each other once again. Emilia had longed for this moment since the night they reconnected. The two of them often joked about one of them flying over just for a day to spend together, but this was the next best thing. Though every camera would be watching and analyzing their every move and every glance, it made Emilia's nerves grow by the second. They would have to be alert every single second not to slip up and give the cameras any indication that they knew each other more than they let on. But, a smile could not fall from her lips at the mere thought of spending time with Harry.
                              It was difficult to define what they were to each other, a fact that made this visit more desired for the both of them. Emilia often found her mind drifting towards thoughts of the English prince on a daily basis. Even when she received a simple text from him, it made her heart flutter and her lips spread into a beaming smile. There was something about Harry that Emilia could not put her finger on, something different that she was drawn to. 
                              The plane had come to a stop causing Emilia's heart to pound rapidly in her chest. Just greet him like any one else Emilia. Smile, but do not smile too big. Emilia lowered her head not wanting the press to read her inner turmoil she was experiencing.
                              The airplane door had lifted revealing Harry walking out of the plane in a navy blue suit and white shirt accompanied with a light blue tie. Emilia's mouth immediately drew in a light gasp hoping that the Prime Minister beside him would not have noticed. Damn did he look amazing.
                                      
                                   
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Bound To You
FanfictionBeing third in line to the Illyrian throne, Princess Emilia had her life planned out for her the moment she was born a spare. Fate is what some people would call it, but to Emilia she never believed in fate, that is until she met Prince Harry at the...
 
                                               
                                                  