My Queen // Harry Styles AU

I rose to my feet slowly, brushing off my trousers quickly before I made my way towards my queen. When I got within close enough proximity, I took in the sights of what it was like to be this near her. She was definitely not a fourteen year old girl anymore, no, she was a woman. She had breasts that she didn't hide like most women, allowing them to be seen as well as the rest of her pale figure in her trademark dress. It had these sleeves that were only a few inches long and they never seemed to do their job in staying on her shoulders as they rested calmly on the sides of her arms. And, oddly enough, she wasn't wearing gloves like every other woman with some form of money did. Up close, her face seemed that much more beautiful, but it was also more threatening. When you were only steps away from her, you could feel just how powerful she was and how strongly she carried herself. She was a force to be reckoned with and, for reasons I couldn't comprehend, I was so excited by it.