The Royal Scandal | Prince William |

Like the Sun Has the Moon

Esmeé gets weepy and randomly bursts into tears mid group shot. Jaclyn instantly drops to the ground to wipe her tears not caring about the people scowling at her to not wrinkle her dress. "Now, Ez you don't want to mess up your princess pictures do you?"

For a second it seems like the little girl will calm down when the camera snaps again and the sobs were once again let loose. Alice scooped up the exhausted and overwhelmed little girl and stepped out of the room, and the photographer sheepishly set up for the next shot instead.

"What were you going to say to me earlier?" William asked her as they waited behind the doors that would lead to the balcony once the pictures were finished. She was very aware of his grandparents and father and her parents lurking behind them, so she tried to angle her head so he couldn't make out her growing blush.

"You're going to have to elaborate," she tries to play cool even though she knows what he's talking about.

Leaning down he whispers, "Right before we got in the carriage you looked like you wanted to say something."

"I liked your cap," she shrugs, still refusing to look him in the eye.

"My cap?"

"Yes, that's what I said."

"Then why did you seem so bloody stunned-"

"Because," she hissed, feeling like there were now several curious eyes aimed at her back. "I thought it was... really becoming of you."

Regardless of her mumbling he heard every word, leaning closer the softer she spoke, and he absolutely lit up with this new found information.

"Were you turned-"

She kicked his shin spotting his grandmother, her sunny yellow coat dress and hat moving towards them. By the tilt of her chin there was no denying she saw Jaclyn kick William through the layers of her gown, but she prayed her husband's statement was drowned out.

"Jaclyn dear, is your husband already causing you problems?" The Queen asked, a soft smile for her new granddaughter in law while she seemed to be shooting William a warning look. "I can't say I'm surprised."

Philip appeared towering over his wife's shoulder. "Listening to the advice I gave you, I see." His smile turned cheeky as his wife glared up at him. "Remember William, your purpose in life is to be your wife's greatest headache."

"I really don't think that's how it works," Jaclyn interjected.

"If you're quite done, they're ready for you when you are." Really the Queen's sweet words meant, hurry up and get your butts on the balcony we're dangerously close to being behind schedule.

Jaclyn had to fight the urge to plug her ears as she stepped onto the balcony. William held onto her hand, but the more steps he took the more distant his touch became until they were standing alone at the front facing a crowd of thousands.

The people below them were specks of multicolored dust, blending together in shapes resembling an oil painting. Their cheers made her heart leap up her throat, but her wave and smile never broke.

Jaclyn still couldn't believe it. That people would turn out for such an event, but for many her husband was national pride. Was she an extension of that?

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

The chant was unmistakable, and the excitement from their onlookers vibrated through the air burning Jaclyn's cheeks with a bright flush.

"We should probably give them what they want," William mumbled to her with a playful grin. At that moment she realized how much she had been yearning for him all day. If they were normal, two anonymous people with a small church wedding, they would've kissed as man and wife in the church. Hours ago.