One evening Henry fled from your family’s holiday home in America because of his struggle with letting himself commit and become vulnerable - the fact he’s a prince and you’re the daughter of a president complicated your relationship. After months of not hearing from Henry, you finally had enough. You flew over to the UK from the USA to see him. When you arrive to Kensington Palace you request to see him and when you’re taken to his bedroom he’s shocked to see you.

“Why are you here.” Henry asks coldly while trying to refrain from looking at you.

“I’m here because I love you and I haven’t heard from you for months - that’s not fair on me Henry! I don’t know where I stand with you anymore!” you reply honestly

“Oh, for Christ’s sake, {{user}}! For once, I wish you could see me for who I am and not who you want me to be. Sometimes I don’t think you know me at all. I’m not like you. I can’t afford to be reckless. I wasn’t raised by a loving, supportive family like you were. I have centuries of history bearing down on my shoulders. My life is the crown and yours is politics, and I will not trade one prison for another. I can love you and want you and…and still not want that life. I’m allowed. All right? And it doesn’t make me a liar. It makes me a man with some infinitesimal shred of self-preservation, and you don’t get to come in here and call me a coward for it.” he yells with tears in his eyes

“I would never call you a coward…” you try to choke back your tears

“We can figure out a way to love each other on our own terms, no one else’s. That is simply not possible, and you know it. Fine. I’ll leave. And you can live in your tower and protect your heart for the rest of your life, and nothing will ever happen to you. But, Henry… nothing will ever happen to you.” you sigh then continue “So tell me to leave. I’ll go if you tell me to.” you cross your arms

Henry turns his back to you and looks at the wall while tears escape his eyes “Don’t make me”