*Prologue*
Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”
“Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged. Give me my sin again.
“You kiss by the book”
“I see you could tell I have been practicing.”
“On whom may I ask”
“But who else my love, Caroline. My one and only true Juliet, the thief of my heart. ‘Tis you Caroline that skilled me in the art of the mouth, the art of kissing.
Just then Harry awoke from his love trance, remembering his love from the past, Caroline.
As I look down from the ivory towers that keep me prisoner here in bondage, thinking and dreaming upon the sweet memories that my Caroline instilled in my memory and heart, those many, many years ago.
Chapter 1
It’s funny how one incident can change one forever. In seconds one’s whole entire existence can vanish, and that can change one’s life forever.
You see that is what happened to Caroline and I in the dreaded past.
We were to be wed in the spring of 1674. Imagine my beautiful bride Caroline Lady of Wessex, walking down the aisle of Westminster Abbey. Dressed in perfection, glowing with radiance. She would have been dressed like a queen, in the finest silk and lace wedding gown imaginable. On her dress were sown pearls, diamonds, and elegant pieces of glass that were to shine in the sun. Her headdress, a veil and tiara, would have been made to fit her taste. Precious stones, pearls would have been set into the delicate tiara. Her veil would have been made of the softest lace, and sewn onto it would have been delicate beads.
But none of that ever came to be. Imagine this, the week before the blissful occasion and accident would occur, therefore causing an end to your life’s happiness.
One week before the ceremony she was in an accident. My precious Caroline was thrown from her riding horse, Sugar, while taking a wooded trail. Nothing broke her fall not even her hands, or legs.
*While saying these last few words Harry began to sob quietly. *
And in doing so her beautiful neck snapped cutting of oxygen from her windpipe.
I was there holding her in my arms, screaming for help.
No one was there.
I was helpless. We were both helpless
There was silence, not even the birds chirped.
I felt empty, uncompleted, insecure, and unsure.
After the funeral ceremony, I went to her grave. I told her that if she was not here with me then I saw no point in life at all, my existence was pointless. No one answered. Nature was still. I was still.
The only other sound that I heard was my heart racing and the steady pace of my breathing. The next thing I knew was that I was standing on the ledge of my window seal. Vowing to myself that I was not going to live if Caroline was not in my life anymore.
I jumped.
Blackness came into view, nothing more, nothing less.
Chapter 2
A very dull and colorless milieu was surrounding the next thing that I remember. I was in purgatory.
I remember one morning I was put through a transition. Instead of being my usual self, a lost confused soul that was a resident of purgatory, I was a bouncy, and radiant newborn baby boy. Just born into the world, and being held and nursed by an elated young blonde woman that looked to be in her early twenties. Then I heard a loud, but yet subtle voice saying ‘It’s a boy, it’s a boy, I cannot believe it I have another son!’
As the years past I recognized myself as the second heir to the British throne, for I was called Prince Henry Albert Charles David Windsor of Wales, or otherwise known as Harry by my peers and close but rather large family. I grew into a young, handsome if I may say so myself, athletic, suave, passionate, caring, and witty young man that was to marry a woman that he did not feel amorousness.
Then one morning just as I was getting used to being the spare and not the heir, I was awaked by the sobbing noises of my father and older brother saying that the woman I call mother had died. My world was shattered once again. When we were doing our meet and greet for the crowds, I bent over to inspect a bouquet of flowers, in the flowers there was a poem written to me. I keep it; here is one verse that made tears come to my eyes
What if those bad men hadn’t chased her?
Would she still be here?
Still in your sight?
Being left out in the summer rain.
Trying to search for your mum’s soul in vain.
I turned out how every did not expect, that is except for my mother. She knew my potentials, and that I was really going to give people a run for their money, which of course I did!
The date of matrimony was to be finalized on June 15th. The exact date that Caroline and I was to be wed in that calm and yet cold spring of 1674.
