Happy Birthday, Gingerbread Muffin ♥
Happy Birthday, Harry!! it’s such a shame that you have to have your birthday in the front line…
you guys can submit any stories, from fanfics to your own compositions…feel free
i kindda get behind schedule with the fanfic, cause i have a novel competition to follow and lenny moved to the mountains where internet is as slow as snails…but i will still be reblogging pictures of the royals though…i hope none of you unfollow me, but if you do..i understand
Happy Birthday, Prince William… 30 today!
Happy birthday Big Willy!!
“Stop, don’t go in there!” Brielle screamed, she stood up on her bed, terrified by the Dream she just had. She scanned her room, the sun was rising, it lighted the room. Luckily, she was on her bed, unlike yester day. She looked at her leg; they were bruised after falling from the bed.
The dreams had been the same. Her in her own wedding dress that she had designed with Tina Andreas the Wedding Dress designer. She was going at her wedding at St. Paul, as what she and Harry had agreed on. When she arrived there, water was flooding the Cathedral. “Stop!” She would say to the Brielle in her dream, but that stubborn Brielle won’t stop, that Stubborn Bree would still walk into the Church, somehow it gets deeper, when the water reached her neck, the Stubborn Bree would turn around and say to the real Brielle, “I love him.”
Then she would gesture into the water, where the drowning and laughing Harry would gesture for her to get in. “No.” real Brielle said in small pleading voice. The Stubborn Bree smiled, and walked deeper into the Church. “Stop, don’t go in there!”
“Bree? Bree? Time for breakfast, then it’s dressing up time!” Cassandra’s voice was all energetic and happy from behind the door, she must’ve not heard her screaming. “In a minute!” Brielle said to her best-friend-slash-bride’s-maid.
Brielle stood up from her bed and turned on the lights. She was in Buckingham Palace, she needed to keep that in mind, she was in the palace of where the Queen of UK sleeps. She put sweater on and went outside. There she found Cassandra chewing almost too much that she could. “Umf My Fofd, Thiffs Foofds are amaffing!!” She was probably saying “Oh My God, these foods are amazing!!” Brielle giggled in respond.
It didn’t take them that long to actually swallow their foods and dress up. Professor Buckingham had taken Brielle’s father place, and now handing her in her marriage. First, Cassandra went away, then followed with Brielle. As her car passed by, flashes of cameras and chants from everyone.
As they arrived at the Cathedral, Cassandra was already in front, ready to help Brielle with her dress, the dress wasn’t really that hard to tidy, the tail was short. Brielle walked side by side with the Professor, while Cassandra walked in front of them with a bouquet of turquoise roses, yes turquoise, Brielle’s favorite color. On the altar, Brielle could see Harry turning to see her, while William kept poking him with his elbow to turn back and face the bishop.
Brielle chuckled. The professor turned to her, “You are happy, aye?” Brielle smiled, “Of course I am!” The professor’s expression changed, “Brielle, you still have the chance, please think of it.” Suddenly they walked very slowly, below the normal speed of a bride, but no one realized it. “I know you are worried about me trapped in castle and not having the freedom and all, but I love him.” The professor blew a pheww sound then smiled again, “Alright, I just don’t want you to get drowned.” Just like that, Brielle felt her stomach twitched.
They just finished their reception, and they were both exhausted. Brielle had her shower before Harry, she also played a prank on Harry, she hid all his clothes under her towel when she went out of the bathroom.
The bathroom door opened, Harry was only wearing his towel, just like the time when Brielle first met him in Kensington Palace. “You took my clothes!” He said as they both laughed, then the laughing stopped, they stared at each other for a long time, and Brielle could see the desire from Harry’s eyes.
“So…” She started as she stood up “You still look damp in few places, any hard to reach spots?” Brielle laughed, and Harry leaned to her, “I could name a few.”
Later when it was all quiet, there was a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Harry called. “Will!” William’s voice shouted from the other side of the door. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked. “The Dude is here to see you.” Will answered. “In a minute.” Harry said as he went down from the bed, hunting for his underwear.
“What’s wrong?” Brielle asked.
“Nothing.” Harry answered.
“Who’s ‘The Dude’?”
“Don’t know, Will calls every one ‘The Dude’.” But Brielle wasn’t sure. Harry leaned and kissed her, “Just go to sleep, I might be awhile.”
“She needs to know!” The professor said as he slammed the table. Deep inside Harry was glad that they were in the Queen’s office, it was soundproof. “Gabrielle is like a daughter to me, she deserves to know what happened.”
“Telling her? They were just married!” The Queen said as she tried to calm herself down. “Look, we just have to wait.”
“Well, Brielle is smart girl, she’ll find out sooner or later.” Will finally said a word, and as he said it, he looked at Kate. “Girl’s don’t like it when someone kept a secret and she found out about it…not told.” Kate smiled at him, but Harry shot him a glare of Who’s-side-are-you-on.
“Please, Brielle had been through a lot.” The professor blew a large amount of air. “She lost her parents when she was 5.” He looked at Harry, “She was hurt by Ronald once, I don’t want her to be hurt the same way with you.” He stood up and stepped closer to Harry, “She loves you.”
Harry didn’t look at his eyes, “I can’t tell her.” The professor smiled, “Very well.” He walked out of the room, but stopped at the door and looked from his shoulders, “You will regret this, you know she doesn’t deserve it.”
“You look extremely pale, did you even sleep last night?” Brielle asked him as they climbed to the jet that will take them to Paris for their honeymoon.
No, no I didn’t. I was too busy wondering if you’ll be okay when you find out that I slept with another woman 2 days before our wedding, and Professor Buckingham accidentally watched everything. “No, I was too busy wondering what will happen in our honeymoon.” He answered with a fake smile that managed to cover his lies.
Brielle chuckled and kissed his cheek, “I bet we’ll have so much fun!” She put both of her hands on Harry’s left arm, “I can’t wait to visit this museum where..Oh, and the Mona Lisa! It must be very…” Brielle kept bubbling about all the arts exhibit in Paris, all Harry could do was look into her eyes, feeling a stab in his chest as he realized that the professor was right, he should’ve told Brielle.
He kissed Brielle to stop her talking, the kiss was long and hungry, and inside Harry couldn’t imagine if he had to see her cry, cry because of him. Harry broke the kiss, and the two of them gasped for air. “Save it for tonight!” Brielle whispered to him.