✔️He's the Queen!

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Well, buckle up because we're in for a wild ride! Hope you enjoy it babe!

Harry Edward Styles. Soon to be king of England, the direct successor after his paternal due to him being the only son.

He was now old enough to get crowned and replace his dad...but there was a catch. He had to be married to be able to reign.

"Father I am in my twenties I refuse to marry a teenage girl! She's 17 for fuck sake!" He argued for the nth time with his father.

They were « discussing » yet again his supposed arranged marriage with Waliyha Azad Malik. A very much wanted. Not only was she a princess from a respectable family but she was also very beautiful.

He had seen pictures of her, she was indeed breathtaking but he felt uncomfortable engaging in a relationship while knowing that there was such a huge age gap.

Not only that but he always wanted to marry someone he was actually in love with, he wanted to break the horrible tradition that his father had taken part in, but apparently he was going to have to take a part in it as well.

Oh and most importantly, to top it all...he is gay. So imagine his frustration when 3 of the things that are the most essential to him are chosen against his will.

"Harry. It is settled. You will marry her and that's final. The Malik's already agreed on the arrangement so all we will have to do is go through with the wedding, you take the trone and afterwards it's up to you, you can find another bird anytime you'll be the king and you've got the looks. You're handsome just like your father!" The man said with a cocky grin.

Harry looked at his dad in disbelief then at his mum, hoping that she will help him defend his cause because she knew about his projects and especially about his sexuality.

When he saw that she was avoiding his gaze he understood that she wasn't going to say a thing so he looked one last time at his father before storming out of the room.

"I don't understand why he's getting so upset. It's the tradition and it was made to be followed!" The King sighed, looking at his wife for answers. She didn't answer, just shrugged before getting up.

"I need to talk to him I will be back shortly honey." She announced before walking towards her son's bedroom. As she was about to knock, the sound of glass chattering was heard from inside.

She opened the door in fright and her heart clenched at the sight in front of her. Harry was in front of a mirror that was fixed to the wall. The mirror was cracked and his hand was bleeding.

"Oh darling.." She said, causing him to clench his fists.

"What do you want? You're going to tell me that he's right that traditions are made to be followed? I'm going to spare you the energy you can go." He spat before plopping down on his bed.

She sighed before closing the door and sitting down beside him. She put her arm around his waist and leaned her head on his shoulder, squeezing his waist harder when she felt him shake.

Her baby was crying. Once again because of these dumb traditions.

"I wish I was not the elder or that these stupid traditions didn't exist. Sometimes I even wish I was not born. It's awful." He choked out, letting his mother hold him close.

"Dont ever say that again. You're my precious baby boy and I love you. I want you to be alive."

"But it's so hard, if at least I had to marry a man maybe I could try to make it work. But no they want me to marry a woman, an underage woman. I can't keep up with this shit!" He groaned, tears still rolling down his rosy cheeks.