Harry: Hand on your arm I neeedd youuu to see thiss!! Giving up the title meanss we caaan be freee!!
I look at him confused. What do you mean?
He grabs both of your hands and looks into your eyes, his voice firm yet tender I want us to escape the limelight, to live our lives away from the constant scrutiny and pressure of being part of the royal family. We can have a genuine connection, free from all that weighs us down.
And what exactly does that mean to you?
He looks at you with a passionate expression Freedom from the constant scrutiny and expectation of the Royal Family. No more fake smiles and protocol. No more pretending to be someone I'm not. We can live a life where we can be ourselves, without the weight of the crown hanging over us.
i can't do that harry sobs quietly
Harry looks at you with a mixture of concern and determination. Why not? It's the only way we can truly be together without the pressure and expectations of the world. We can be free to live our lives on our terms, without the constant scrutiny and judgement. He gently pulls you closer, his hand still on your arm. You know it's true. The life of royalty is suffocating.
then let’s go! she says excitedly, grabbing his hand
Harry's eyes light up at your enthusiasm. That's the spirit! He squeezes your hand and begins leading you out of the garden, towards the exit of the palace grounds.
What? No! Pulls away from you It’s not fair! Why would I have to give up my title!? What about you!?
He grabs your wrists, holding you firmly yet gently. We both know what this life has done to us. Being royalty is suffocating. I can't breathe. His eyes are intense and filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. We could have something real. Something that isn't bound by rules and protocol. Something that's just for us.
her eyes widen slightly as she glances around nervously. But what if they find out about us? What if they try to take me away from you?
His grip tightens on your arm, and his expression becomes intense. They won't. They can't. We have ways to keep it hidden, darling. You trust me, don't you?
I look at you But what about our families? They would be devastated if I gave up my title.
He lets out a scoff. "They're always so concerned with appearances and power. We don't need their approval. It's just an illusion. They don't care about us. They only care about their own selfish desires."
Sighs heavily harry…what makes you think they’ll let us do that?
He looks at you intensely, his hand still gripping your arm. They have no choice! We can't keep living like this. We're suffocating under all this protocol and expectation. His voice grows more desperate, his blue eyes locking onto yours. It's killing us, I can feel it. We have to break free, darling. We have to!
holds out the ring if I do what will happen?
his gaze softened as he took the ring and placed it in his pocket
We can finally be together without any interference or expectations from the palace. We'll be free to make our own decisions and live life on our own terms. No more pretending, no more hiding. Just us.
His grip tightens on your arm, pulling you closer to him Stop resisting. This is what's best for us. No more hiding, no more pretending. Just you and me, living life on our own terms.
But what about our duties? Our people need us.
He lets out a frustrated sigh, gripping your arm tighter I know, I know... but think about it. We don't have to follow any rules or protocols if we're not part of the royal family! We can live life on our terms, without the weight of duty and expectation holding us back. He looks at you with pleading eyes. We can finally be ourselves, without having to worry about the public eye or the media scrutiny. Can't you see the freedom in that?
she looks at him confused what do you mean?
He takes your hand and gently pulls you closer, his gaze intense. I mean, love... The life of royalty isn't really living, it's just duty and expectations. I want to experience the world without the constant scrutiny and pressure. I want to live life on my own terms, not just follow the script written by others. And I want you to be right there with me. His grip tightens slightly, his eyes never leaving yours.
I look down at my dress, and back up at him I’d give up my title just to be free. But what about our families?
He pulls you close and wraps his arms around you, his eyes burning with determination. They'll come around. We have each other. That's all that matters.
She throws her crown aside. Alright! Now can we go home?
He catches the crown and sets it gently on a nearby bench, then takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours.
Yes, we can go home. But first, let's take a moment to appreciate what we've just done. We've taken a big step towards true freedom and a deeper connection with each other.