The Queen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

So I urge you today to stand up, and accept change. I urge you to take your country in your hand, and be the change. Thank you," Harry nodded, pressing his hands together locking eyes with his people. 

The cheers were thunderous, shaking the floor beneath my feet. Harry stepped back, and took my hand in his as we watched the people. Harry's speech moved even me. I felt like I needed to help in any way I could. I wanted to do everything to help Baba, but he and I had our home to run. I was excited to make the change.

"This is the change," Harry murmured in my ear, a smile playing on his lips. 

"You're not your father. That is where the change begins," I said back to him. He led me back into the room off of the balcony, and hugged me tightly as everyone filtered back in. 

"I believe there's a party downstairs for our Queen," Anne said with a wide smile, her hand resting on my back. "But I think your gown needs changing. It's awfully large for a party."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I'm going to head to our bedroom quickly."

"I'll come with," Harry said, taking my hand in his. 

I smiled at Harry as he walked with me to our room. His hand holding the jingling keys to our room. He opened the door allowing me to walk inside. I kicked off the shoes and looked around the sun filled bedroom. Harry was standing over the table by the door flipping through some messages in a dish.

"It's weird," I started, startling Harry. He looked up at me as he held the pink slips of paper. "Knowing that I'm in charge of the kingdom."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I felt the same way."

"You seem distracted," I said walking up to him. 

"Yeah, some ships were seen coming to the shore. I have to take care of this right now, but I promise I'll be back before you are ready to go downstairs," he said leaning to kiss my lips. "It shouldn't take too long. They're still far enough away from the shore."

"Okay," I nodded watching as he rushed out of the room. Moments later, Trish came in the room with a dress bag hanging over her arm.

"Where did he go?" Doniya asked. "He had his work face on."

"Work," I laughed.

"So this dress is something I'm rather proud of," Trish smiled holding onto it. "I remembered your very first ball here. You picked out the most beautiful aqua blue dress, and you were the showstopper in the ball room. So Don and I came together, and made a gown from the same material," she said unzipping the bag. "This is our gift to you as you embark on your first ball as a queen."

The gown was much more beautiful than I could have imagined. It had a sleeker shape than my first gown did. This one went to the ground, no doubt it will have the slightest of trains. Silver stones were embroidered in the blue cloth on the top half. I didn't know how to respond to this beautiful piece of clothing.

"Your hair is getting longer again, and you don't need to wear that crown, so I brought back something old," she smiled. I watched as she took a beautiful butterfly piece from the bag and handed it to me. The familiar weight rested in my hands, as I ran my fingertips over the beautiful metalwork.

"We wanted it to feel like the first ball all over again," Doniya said. "Your first ball as just plain old Emerald was special, but this one is made to be fit for Queen Emerald."

"Thank you," I whispered, my hand covering my mouth. "I don't know what else to say. You both have done so much for me, and without the both of you and your family, I don't think it's possible for me to be as happy as I am. I consider you just as much a part of my family as everyone else in it," I said walking up to Trish and hugging her.

She handed me the beautiful gown and sent me to change. I walked into the bathroom, and carefully stripped down the gown I presently had on. Trish stepped into the bathroom and helped me into the beautiful aqua dress. Once it was securely zipped onto my body, I ran my hands over the sleek exterior. 

"What do you think?" Trish asked, crossing her arms.

"It's beautiful," I said glancing at myself in the mirror. "One of your best."

"Good," Trish smiled. "Let's get your hair done, shall we?" she asked pulling a stool out from the large linen closet. I sat down on the stool letting her do her thing.

I studies Trish in the mirror as she twirled my hair around a curling iron. She began twisting and pinning before it became this beautiful black bun. She clipped the butterfly into my hair and looked at me, a smile playing on her lips as she tenderly touched both sides of my face.

"Beautiful," she whispered. 

I heard the bedroom door click open. I stood up from the stool, and walked out of the bathroom. Harry looked at me, his lips parting ever so slightly as his eyes scanned over me. I stepped into my shoes and walked over to him as he rested his hand over his navy blue jacket. 

"Wow," he breathed. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thanks," I smiled. "Look familiar?" I asked waving the blue cloth lightly. 

"Yeah," he nodded. "Looks like something I've seen before."

"Try looking at the photos of us," I smiled standing up on my toes to press my lips to his. His hands rested on my lower back, a dimpled grin stretching across his lips.

"Our first ball," he smiled. "How fitting," he grinned. 

"At least wait until we leave to procreate," Doniya said from behind Harry. "Mum and I are still here."

"I'm aware Doniya," Harry laughed, turning to her. "I can't kiss my wife?" 

"Someone had to remind you," she laughed. "My mum is the person who will pretend not to see or hear anything."

"I know," Harry chuckled. "We're going to the party now anyways."

"Thanks Trish," I waved as Harry took my hand leading me out of the room. 

Harry's fingers were laced in mine as we walked through the hallway. Our silence was comforting as we walked. Harry hummed lightly to a tune that seemed to be completely his own. I smiled at him, his amusing behavior bringing a smile to my face.

"What?" he asked.

"You're in a good mood," I laughed. 

"I'm always in a good mood when I'm with you," he said as we approached the ballroom. "You bring out the best in me."

I smiled to him as we were announced into the ballroom. We walked in hand-in-hand, and bright smiles were on our faces. Everyone curtseyed or bowed to us as we passed them. Harry and I made it to both of our families who were talking with one another. Gemma and Mikey were sitting beside each other talking quietly. I saw Harry send them both a glare before my brother got up, and walked off.

"What did you do to him?"

"Threatened to deball him," Harry whispered. "Nothing major."

"Nothing major?" I asked, my brow raised. "I beg to differ."

"She's my sister," he said pointedly. "Let's share a dance. I'd like to dance with my wife."

"Fine then," I giggled as he changed the subject abruptly. 

Harry's hand were placed on my waist as the music played in the background. He led me in swaying to the music. His vibrant green eyes bore into mine as he danced with me. 

"I love you, Em," he murmured. "So, so, so much."

"I love you too," I whispered as he bent down to kiss my lips. 

Today was another new chapter started. My life as the Queen begins today, on July 3rd, almost a full month after my wedding. I couldn't believe this is the life I live. With Harry by my side, I feel as if we could conquer anything. I felt stronger with him by me. I felt more of myself than I did ever before.