Princess Victoria's Sofia's POV..
I Remember I Was Just Seventeen when the war broke out. I was free spirited and more naive like every other normal teenage girl I knew. Outside from living in a palace under harsh rules and strict standards. At that age, I wanted to explore and get out of Spanish Dictatorship and move to a place more safe for the duration of the war. I wanted to have as much freedom as I possibly could before being exiled to Greece with my grandparents. And I know I was getting myself into possible danger and maybe kidnapping by German soldiers. But my friends and I wanted to go to France on holiday before things get out of hands. Which is what we did. We knew it was going to happen eventually. We just weren't sure it was going to happen within the matter of days we were there. I enjoyed the French scenery without a load of palace guards or nosey relatives of the palace watching my every move.
My mother always said to"go out and adventure the world before there's nothing of the world that's left to see". In which she was right. Yet none of us naive ladies of the palace knew what was fully going on under our noses until we got there.
As We Arrived we took a train into Paris. Still being captured by French photographers and news reporters. We were gonna be in the papers sooner enough. But it was all but a strange feeling. Like something wrong bound to happen. But I wasn't sure what?. The three of us knew Hitler had already invaded Poland last September and England and France Declared war On Hitler.
But even then before There's nothing left of France to see. We wanted to go out on the town. Have a bit of fun. It's not every day that you see handsome young men. Brave men in uniform roaming the streets and bantering with each other before they go off to fight the Germans. One of them whistles at my friend Lucia. The Duchess of Asturias. She's the youngest whom we brought along on our short holiday to France. Only 15. Not much Fluent in French as she is in English. But she's sweet. "Victoria Are We Gonna keep wasting our time walking past these shops. I want to buy souvenirs" Said my eldest friend Infanta who's just turned twenty.
As I looked over at her and smiled.
Well I just wanted to explore the city?. I haven't been to Paris in ages. Other than going to state dinners with the family. What shop do you want to go in?.
"I don't know" "That one" she says as one catches her eye.
A candle shop it was. As the three of us entered. Spotting a couple soldiers looking at the candles and smelling them. I saw infanta eyeing a candle she liked and walked over to it. To have a smell. She closes the top and sets it down. "Not that one" she says out of slight disgust. And moving on to the other scents that interested her. I kept a close eye on Lucia and took a look at the store and the products it was selling. I found a tea set that I liked that had lavenders painted on the cups and plates that went with. It was a lovely set I thought. As I grabbed it and nearly dropped the set as I bumped into one of the soldiers who was browsing the store as well.
"Careful Miss" He said as I smiled and walked over to the counter to pay for it. As Lucia and Infanta were still shopping. The soldier I accidentally bumped into comes behind me and pays for my tea set. Which I thought was generous but merely odd. I didn't think they had money to begin with?. What would they need of for if they're going to be on the battlefield.
I thanked the man for paying for it. And waited for the girls.
We left the shop and dined.
"So Who Was He?" Infanta teased. In regards to the soldier paying for my tea set.
Sipping on my earl grey. I smiled lightly to her response.
I don't know who he is?. Or who he was?. All I know was that he paid for it?. Lucia makes a derogative joke in Spanish.
As I nearly spat out my tea.
I Would Never!. I replied.
As they both laughed
"Everyone's got to have some experience Tori" Infanta says
Well I'm not doing that with him.
For all we know he could be dead tomorrow or maybe a month from now?. Never would I do any of that with a soldier?. Do you know how dirty they are after being on the battlefield?.
Infanta: Yeah, But just imagine him coming home after he's done fighting off the Germans?. So Handsome and tired from missing you?. Give him a try?. You might make his day?. Hell he won't know that you're a Royal unless you tell him. Or if your mum whose currently The Queen of Spain Shows up at his front door.
Why are you insisting that I?. Go out with him?. All he did was pay for my tea set that's all?. He didn't offer me Roses or a nice dinner date. I might not even make eye contact with him again.
And so I thought.
After We spent three days visiting France and going out on the town. Having a girl's night out as some would say.
I remember one night, when I saw him again. We were at a bar and there was plenty of dancing and drunk soldiers flirting with the local women. He was with a group of soldiers having a drink with a bit of banter.
I remember wearing my favourite red dress that my mother gave to me that she hadn't worn a while. I had my hair curled and ordered a drink and went off to dance. At Balls I was always a bit of a loner when the press wasn't watching my every move. But as the Bourbon had hit my system. The more I drank. The more I began to feel free. The world around me was spinning and a bit blurry. And I could feel the music move through my veins. I've never felt this lively in years.
Harry's POV..
I Watched the girl , I ran into a few days ago dance drunkenly to herself in the middle of the floor as her friends and others watched. She fell over at her own fault. Walking over to lend her a hand. As she stumbled to get up.
She giggles to herself and mutters.
I sat her down so she'd feel less dizzy.
She looks up at me and smiles with bright blue eyes
"Thank you, I hadn't felt this alive in Years" she drunkenly says.
"You're a gentleman, A Kind one" She says as she nearly falls out of her chair.
As a thought comes to mind.
Would you like to come home with me?. I asked as she Giggled and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine" "I have my girls with me" "but I'll be fine" she said as I was somewhat interested in her. She had freckles and long dark curly hair. With Bright blue eyes. She was fair yet beautiful. I wanted to marry a girl before I go off to war. Which was imminent. Part of the reason is why I would choose her. Because I might not see her once I go off to fight the Germans.
I wanted to see what she's like sober. So I left her a picture with a note on the back of it. For her to come find me. If she was interested.
Victoria Sofia's POV..
On that morning after our night out. I woke up carefully tucked in our hotel room. Something was odd about today in general. As I got out of bed. Stretching a bit. Noticing a picture of the soldier I met a few days ago. He left me a note beside the picture on the nightstand.
Reading "H" on the side of it.
It was a lovely picture from a very good looking man. But I wasn't sure I was going to see him again. Part of me was hoping to.
Maybe write him a letter?.
Fionn's POV.
After a night out of partying and meeting some of the beautiful locals. There was one who caught Harry's attention. A smaller lady about 5'4. With jet black hair and an outrageously gorgeous smile. Stumbling drunk over her two left feet. We couldn't stay long. But he left her a picture.
Harry's POV...
I signed up for the war. Only to avoid my father. He fought for Britain in the Great war. I was afraid of what he might say if I didn't join. Most likely say I'm a coward. And boast about how many friends he'd lost in the war. And how he'd always want me grow up and be brave like him. But I never really wanted to because I saw who he was as a person. After he'd have those night terrors and end up drunk hitting my mother. I didn't want to be like that. But It's better than being the bastard he is. Sitting at home hoping I was on the battlefield. Haven't even got to that point yet. Which is disappointing to him anyway.
In the back of my mind I was hoping, but not expecting the girl I met to write back. To release a bit of my Boredom while we wait to go to war.
Victoria Sofia's POV..
I knew he was leaving to go to war soon. So I figured I might write him back.
Not knowing of his address or military quarters.
I pulled out my pen and a sheet of paper and began writing him a letter. Thanking him and hopefully meeting with him some Time again soon.
By being a Royal. I used my mother's tricks of how to get in contact with others and deliver them love letters of sorts. So hopefully he gets the letter I've mailed off and sent to him.
Getting dressed and having breakfast in bed with Infanta and Lucia.
The Telephone Rings while we were eating and Infanta Answers the ring.
She hangs up
"lousy Room service" she says. As we heard a loud " Bang " From outside. That shook the entire private suite. Infanta peeps out the window to see what was going on. Only to feel another loud bang. Shaking beneath our feet. As a man barges into our. Private suite whilst infanta nearly dressed. Telling us the Germans have invaded and are going to take over. Telling us to leave or else we'll be killed. Franticly grasping our belongings. We felt another hit. Leaving the hotel and Getting into cab heading to the train station so we could get out of France. But all of them were closed due to the event that was happening.
Could this be a dream I thought to myself as I looked over to infanta who was keeping Lucia by her side as close as possible.
"How are we going to get out if its not too late?" Infanta asked me.
Without having any plan in mind. I wasn't sure of what to do.
Or what we were going to do in the middle of a full blown war.
We were under attack. France was getting invaded as we speak. The cab driver couldn't go any further do to the danger that was surrounding us. As German officers began shooting at any French civilian they saw. Arresting them. In the back of my mind I thought this couldn't be happening in front of my own eyes But it was. I was in another country. About to be trapped.
I saw tanks moving into the city. As it was time that the three of us got out of the cab.
Yet the driver demanded that it wasn't safe for us to leave.
We had no idea on what we were going to do next. So instead the cab driver insisted he'd drop us off somewhere "safer". He was wrong.
We were trapped. From this moment. I knew we weren't going to leave.