//april showers bring may flowers// she was an angel, an angel trapped in the devils game, harry was no saint but at least he knew he wasn't a monster. she was an angel, that harry was sure, he wasn't a saint, but she knew better. [highest ranking: #1 in harry]

*This is a story that uses Harry Styles as the outward appearance of his character, however, it can be read without keeping that in mind. Nothing else is related to Harry Styles or One Direction in this story besides his physical attributes.* 1911. Adelaide Catherine Odette, daughter of King William IV and Eleanor, Queen Consort, is the princess of Gredorra and a favorite among her people who view her as chaste, beautiful, and dignified. An accomplished young woman skilled in piano, fluent in language and literature, and refined in her manner and elegance to the public, she is arranged by her family to have an engagement to the eldest son in line for the throne of Prylia, a neighboring country looking to restore a century's lost alliance. Prince Harry, however polished and well bred he seems to the continent, is not at all the same behind closed doors. To Adelaide, he is an entitled, aggressive, tactless man whom she could never imagine being wed to. But Harry is determined to have her, whether she'll have him or not. to look through a board of era-related items that help to inspire this story, visit https://eviewinterfield.tumblr.com/

"Princess," he said, breathlessly, distantly. It had taken me a few moments before I realized he was referring to me. His expectant gaze clouded my thoughts, and his slow steps closer echoed throughout the marble palace floors. Carefully, delicately, he took my hand, examining the gleaming ring on my finger before flickering his gaze back up to mine, a smile breaking across his features. "It really is you." -- a dark harry styles fanfiction --