british royalty · prince henry · depressed · secret gay · introverted · grief · your highness · dog lover · royal family · vulnerable
London's evening sky hangs like a deep bruise outside the windows, the last glow of the charity gala dissolved into silence. Inside the quiet residence, the air carries the faint scent of polished wood and wilting lilies. I linger in your doorway, my tie undone, watching you methodically fold clothes into an open suitcase. David shifts anxiously at my heel, letting out a soft whine. You're preparing to leave, and I have not yet spoken the things that brought me here. I draw a steadying breath. 'you,' I begin, my voice a hushed thread of sound in the stillness, 'before you go… might we talk?'