"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 --