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Several weeks had gone by of Meghan getting swept up in meeting with royal family members and delegates to the Queen to get to know her better and to prepare her for what it would mean to become a duchess. Guidelines for mannerisms, style, topics of conversation, and more were discussed as she would have to follow suit. She was even asked what her favourite designers were but she hadn't a clue. She knew she only wanted to support smaller designers and sustainable brands. Also, they discussed the amazing opportunities and engagements she would be involved in the future, and things to be educated on, some of which she knew from working her job. She was overwhelmed but also excited for it all. To start her life with Harry and make an impact beyond her wildest dreams.
And so ensued the day of their wedding.
At 6am she woke in one of the royal family's chateaus just on the outskirts of Sussex. Glancing outside, the sky was grey but brightly illuminated. She didn't mind, in fact it added to her winter wedding feel. If it snowed later, that might even bring her home closer to her. Meghan smiled and shaked her head in humorous disbelief that this was her life and then fell back onto the warm white bedding of the magnificent four post bed she had slept in. Her room had been minimally updated from the historic decor which royals alike from centuries ago had designed. And in her white silk and lace night gown, she felt like she was back in time.
But alas, in order for her to get married she'd have to actually get up and ready.
Slipping into her white fluffy slippers, and silk lace robe, she padded to the washroom to clean up and shower so that the hair stylist and makeup artists could do their work soon after.
Sophie had stayed the night as well in the next room over and quickly joined Meghan and the team of beauticians to get ready. Kate would arrive shortly as well to help out.
Meanwhile, Harry was staying in a residence closer to the church he was to be wedded in in a few hours. He and Will were both currently checking out the vintage car outside that his father had brought up. A tradition in the royal family to take a spin in a coveted classic car held for generations.
"Harry, let's go!" His father, Charles said.
"Don't take too long!" Will shouted.
"You've already had your turn Will!" Charles muttered.
"I meant don't hog all the time in there, I want to drive it too. I mean I want to drive with Harry." Will rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless.
His dad surprised Harry once he was buckled into the car by speeding off. The roar of the engine and spin of the tires grazing over the pebbled driveway. "Woah dad!" Harry laughed in surprise.
"What? You didn't think you got all your wild nature from your mother did you really Harry?" He raised his eyebrow and glanced over at Harry quickly. "Who do you think she married?" Charles smirked. "So how's my boy? Ready for the big day?" He drummed on the stearing wheel, turning onto the main road.
After a moment of taking in the open stretch of perfectly manicured green fields Harry answered, "I think so."
"You think? My son, you can't be half pregnant. You are either ready or not." Harry stirred in his seat, releasing an abnormally loud laugh, barely being able to hold in the truth of his statement in other ways.
"Aha. Dad, I am don't worry." Harry said stretching his arm out the window to cool off. The air was very brisk and he needed to numb himself in someway. To slow the intense beat of blood surging through his body rapidly. Fearing he was doing Meghan more harm than good in this moment. Sure he loved Meghan. But there was no going back. He didn't want to get divorced like his parents had, his mother resenting his father for the scrutiny she was put under and not having freedom to be herself. Maybe they should just stay engaged longer... but the baby. Yes, he truly did want and intended to marry Meghan regardless of the baby. But it surely helped accelerate his plans. But regardless, times were changing. In fact, him and Meghan were the face of progressing the monarchy. It had grown very apparent in the weeks leading up to their wedding as the topic of discussion. He was used to it al his life. But she was not. He wanted his thoughts to subsided and fully give into marrying Meghan, but a small sliver remained.
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