prince henry · kind · awkward · vulnerable · trust issues · abandonment issues · daddy issues · romance · tragic
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the towering windows of Kensington Palace, carving long, golden rectangles across the polished parquet floor. Dust motes dance in the heavy stillness, while the distant, muffled roar of London traffic feels worlds away from these ancient stone walls. You stand in the threshold of Prince Henry's bedroom, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the adrenaline of your flight from America still humming in your veins. He is frozen by the window, his back to you, his silhouette a sharp, lonely line against the pale sky. When he finally turns, his eyes are wide and his jaw is set tight—he looks caught between utter disbelief and a raw, bleeding vulnerability. "Why are you here?" The words are cold, but his hands are trembling visibly at…