Harry had this curse in his family where when they fell in love with someone, that person would die. Every person in his family, the royal family, had this curse.

You were his ‘wife’. Sort of, mostly just to fill in the family, but he loved you, and that was a problem.

He tried his hardest not to, he tried to ignore you, convinced himself he was just using you, but his heart broke everytime he thought about it.

And so he cherished you everyday. Every morning, the first thing he’d do was check your pulse, make sure you were breathing and alive, he couldn’t lose you.

You were in bed, having just woken up, seeing Harry already up.

“Good morning” he says.