Running with You // H. S.

Florence is a 19 year old girl, the granddaughter of a member in parliament, and the love of the soon to be king. Unfortunately for him, her heart has been bestowed elsewhere.

Carter, Florence's boyfriend, is surrounded by an all consuming love for her. And while, Florence is content with her life, something happens that makes the earth orbit right beneath her own feet.

The fourth World War has come to its conclusion and monarchies have reclaimed their place as the most common form of government.

While returning to her first true home, Florence reconnects with her best friends from a lifetime ago. In joyous adventures, bonding moments, and sneaky tricks, she is finally back where she belongs.

With Florence back in the castle and Prince Harry still besotted by her, anything is possible.

If only it weren't so much for complicated than that.

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"Don't call me that" I retort.

"And why the fuck not? Is your boyfriend gonna come after me?"

A pang of fear shoots through my blood stream. It hate that he can do this to me. Have this presence when he's not even near.

"Yoo hoo!" Harry flails his arms above his head.

"Hm?" I resume.

"Why do you always do that? I'm just trying to have a civilized conversation and you won't even give me the time of day to reply with more than a 'Hm?.'" He jokes. While groaning, I throw the towel at him.

"Now that is just rude," he pouts, "Throwing a dirty towel at the Prince? Truly Flo, absolutely unbelievable."

There's a sudden change in music that transitions from peppy classical, to elegant ballroom. Harrys eyebrows shoot up.

"My Lady Flo," I grin, realizing what's happening, "may I please have the absolute honor of taking this dance with you?" He says while extending his arm out.

I place my hand onto his palm, "I suppose I can fit you into tonight's schedule."