The Prince (Harry Styles)

Chapter 14

"Thank you Ms. Price, have a good week Prince Harry," he waved and walked off. Harry stared at me with wide eyes and bent down to pick up his things.

"We'll be fine," I laughed. "If you bring Charlie, it would be odd. No one has a butler in their home."

"I do," he said turning to me. "I do get your point, though," he said. "I'll have to make two trips to get everything out to the buggy."

"I can carry things," I said picking up my bags and one of his. "See? I have it."

"I could have taken them out, you don't need to carry things out, Emerald."

"I want to," I smiled to him. "It's okay, really."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "If it's too heavy, I can take them."

"No, seriously, let's get going. I mean it."

Harry walked to the front doors and waited as the guards opened them and allowed us to go through. In front of the palace was a black buggy and two dark brown horses. One of the palace guards stood there holding the reigns waiting for us. Harry climbed up on the buggy and began piling things on top of the car. He reached down to take the bags I had taken from him. Someone had handed him bung cords so they could tie the stuff to the top of the buggy. I had kept two blankets because I knew it was going to be a cold ride.

I climbed in the front and waited for Harry. He thanked the guards and walked to the front and looked at me and a laugh escaped his lips. The guard handed him the reigns and walked off as Harry climbed up.

"I haven't driven one of these in years, so go easy on me," he chuckled as he yelled a command to the horses. I took hold of the railing next to me as we bounced around. "Not exactly the smoothest nor fastest way of travel is it?"

"No, but I've also never ridden up front. Dad never let me. He only let the boys," I said thinking of the few times we've borrowed the buggy from the neighbors. "How come you have one of these?"

"For our trips to the north," he said. "Of course, I never have to drive them and I am always in the carriage."

"So you take pride in tradition?" I asked.

"Have you not been in the palace? That place is full of tradition," He said shaking his head. "Whoa," he yelled to the horses quickly as he saw cars zooming up ahead. "This ought to be fun, driving the carriage through all the people in their cars."

"About twenty minutes out, we should be on horse road, you take that until you reach the eights. It's a straight route," I said with a shrug. "You'll see the sevens and whatnots as we go down the road."

"A horse road?" he asked.

"It's man made," I laughed. "We got sick of days of traveling that eventually we began making a path and there's a wood sign that literally says horse road. It's for horse buggies."

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Yes, but your slick roads weren't the most accessible from where we live. It happened decades ago, before both of us were even born," I said with a laugh. "My parents were children when that happened."

"Okay," he nodded. "Is that it?" he asked after a while of silence. I looked and saw a wooden sign.

"Yep. Looks like they replaced it," I noted to myself. "The sign."

Harry turned onto horse road and eased into his seat as he was unsure of what to expect from this. He looked at me and gave me a smile. I leaned my head onto his shoulder and looked at the familiar road that I have taken many times when I went places with either my family or acquaintances.