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Desert Love	By : Krayzee_Aussie Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4321 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Prince Harry of Wales, Prince Charles, Prince William, Kate Middleton, Queen Elizabeth, Camilla Parker-Bowles or Prince Phillip, Corporal Ben Roberts-Smith VC and I do not profit from this story.

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The next morning, Desiree woke to find she was alone in bed. She sat up quickly, looking around the room. It took her a moment to collate her thoughts. She had spent the night with Harry, he had proclaimed his feelings for her and she had experienced the best night she had in ages. She had even slept more soundly than ever.
She couldn’t see any of Harry’s things. She checked the time, it was 9am. Perhaps Harry had to hurry home; security would have been on his ass about staying out overnight, surely. She knew she would have been, if she was his body guard. She pulled her knees into her chest, the sheets draping over them and rested her cheek against them, looking out the window.
She smiled to herself, remembering the night before, a shudder of excitement surging through her body as she remembered it in specific detail. Especially the feeling of his hands and tongue, moving across her skin, his tender touch and passionate kisses telling her everything she needed to know about how he felt.
Her eyes narrowed at the window and she sat up straight again. ‘Wait, those blinds weren’t open last night, were they?’
She heard movement in the lounge and dining area. She quickly pulled a fresh set of panties from the draw beside the bed, and grabbed a garment lying on the floor next to the bed. It was Harry’s shirt. She looked around the room, either he had forgotten it, or he was still here.
She didn’t have time to figure it out, she needed to see who was out there. She put on his shirt, holding it together at the front to hide the fact that she had nothing else but underwear on underneath it. She silently crept to her bedroom door, peering out.
She found her dining room had been transformed somewhat, there were bouquets of flowers that had appeared just about everywhere it seemed, and a grand breakfast had been served on the dining table. Harry stood speaking with the concierge and security detail, wearing only his trousers. She smirked when she noticed the scratch marks on his back, and sighed a little when her eyes roved his muscular build, she may have ignored it when they were working together overseas, but she had to admit, there was nothing displeasing to the eye there. She leant against the door frame, concealing herself while listening.
“Can you organise for some clothes to be sent over?” Harry asked his security, they both nodded and one moved away to make a phone call. He turned to the concierge. “Whatever she needs or wants, make sure she doesn’t hear no.”
“Your majesty, of course, but she is so humble, she never asks of anything and when we offer our services she usually says no, she will get it, or do what she needs herself,” the Concierge argued, almost with a tone of indignation.
“I know, she’s self reliant, but that might change soon. The media will be hounding the whole family a lot, I imagine, after the media release yesterday afternoon. Not to mention if this gets out.” He looked sternly at the Concierge. “You and your staff need to keep a lid on this as long as possible. If it gets out, you know where we are going to go looking. I don’t want her to be put off by the media. I care for her too much.”
Desiree felt a flutter in her chest, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
“Yes, sir,” the Concierge said bowing, before leaving the room, pushing a trolley out with him.
Harry turned back to his security as the other guard returned from his phone call. “Clothes are on their way, sir.”
Harry nodded once before continuing. “I’ll need more security on her and her family; more so for the media’s sake. You’ve seen the video, no doubt, of her expelling paparazzi from the hotel. I don’t want her to have to do that again, and god forbid, if her father does it. And this time, make sure the media don’t get within a metre from her son.” Desiree bit her lip listening, trying to conceal a small smile. “Last time, the poor kid was nearly crushed; I’ll speak with palace legal about putting a cordon on how close they can get to him.”
“Good idea, sir.”
Desiree put her hand to her chest, her heart felt like it would fly out of her chest and she quickly moved back into the room, resting her back against the wall. She felt like she might cry with joy, something she hadn’t done in a very long time. He wasn’t lying when he said he would take care of Ryan too.
“Des?” She looked up startled as Harry peered around the doorway. He looked at her with concern and she realised she had tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, quickly moving to stand in front of her, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning down slightly to look into her face. He peered into her eyes anxiously, concern written all over his face.
Desiree quickly wiped away her tears, giving a little laugh. “Nothing, H. Nothing at all,” she replied, smiling up at him blissfully. The concern in his face didn’t leave as he stood back up, still eyeing her. “H, relax. These are good tears, I promise.”
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, before a small, unsure smile broke the concerned look on his face. “What is it?”
“I overheard you talking to your security detail,” she answered truthfully, looking a little ashamed. She had to admit she was eavesdropping.
Harry smiled warmly at her, taking her hand in his and leading her out to the main area of her hotel suite. “I see.”
“It just made me, uh, happy, I guess, to hear you showing concern for Ryan.”
“Of course, he is just as important to me as you are.” He led her to the table, pulling a seat out for her. “You look good in my shirt, by the way.”
She looked down; his shirt was draped in such a way that it just covered what needed to be covered. She looked up through her eyelashes, batting them slightly. “It does, doesn’t it?” she said in an alluring voice.
Harry cocked his head to one side. “Careful, that tone could lead to trouble,” he warned, pouring her a juice.
She smiled lightly, sitting back in her seat and crossing her legs. She looked around the room, examining the flowers scattered throughout the room. She looked back at Harry and raised an eyebrow. She wasn’t really a flowers kind of girl. Her late husband would get her a bunch of flowers on the odd occasion, usually exceptionally bad days or wedding anniversaries.
She looked back to Harry, raising an eyebrow as she sipped at her juice. He began dishing up some breakfast for her and looked around at the flowers. “What? I didn’t do this. This screams desperation to me.”
Desiree nearly spat juice everywhere. “What do you mean, you didn’t do this?”
“When I called for room service this morning, they told me the Concierge was bringing up flowers that were delivered this morning.” Desiree looked sideways at the flowers suspiciously. “Don’t worry; security already swept them.”
“Who are they from?” she asked, standing up and walking over to examine the flowers. There were lots of different sorts and the perfumes rising from them were overpowering. She felt dizzy standing close to them.
“Various people, mostly some of the officers from last night,” Harry said, a sullen tone seeping into his voice. Desiree smirked at the tone as she looked back at him. “A few of the members of parliament that were there last night too.”
“I see,” she said moving to sit back down. She took a bit of bacon from her plate and began nibbling on it. She noticed Harry staring at her neck. “What?”
Harry appeared nervous, gulping and biting his lip. She looked at him pensively. “Um, well, it would seem I may have gotten carried away last night,” he said slowly. He leaned towards her, pulling down the collar of his shirt she wore. He touched a spot on her neck; it seemed to be a little sensitive.
She frowned slightly before standing up and walking to one of the many mirrors in the room. There on her neck, where Harry had touched, was what appeared to be a bruise. Her jaw dropped as she examined it. There were teeth marks. “Harry,” she cried in exasperation, as he appeared behind her looking slightly ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. He moved in close behind her, wrapping both arms around her waist and dropping his head down, kissing the mark he had left. She let out an involuntary sigh as it sent shivers through her body. She felt him smirking into her neck as he kissed it again, another involuntary sigh slipping from her lips as she put her hands on his at her front. “You’ve got a very sensitive neck, don’t you?”
“Stop it,” she said shying away from him so he couldn’t do it again. He chuckled, letting her go and leading her back to the table to continue eating their breakfast.
******
                After breakfast, the security guards dropped off some clothes for Harry. He showered and changed, finding Desiree on the phone when he exited the bathroom. She still wore his shirt. He had to admit, seeing her wear his shirt the way she was, was extremely enticing and he struggled to keep his hands off her. But knowing that she was still adapting to having a relationship with anyone but her son, which obviously had no intimacy to the level Harry wished to show her, he had thought better of it.
He dropped onto the lounge opposite where Desiree was standing talking on her phone. “I know, Ryan, but I’ll be there soon and then we can go do something. What do you want to do?” she was silent again for a moment, leaning against the wall beside the TV. He winked at her, and she tried to stop the smile appearing on her face. “Hmm? Well, I don’t know. I’ve heard some stuff goes on along the River Thames, but I don’t know what.” Harry raised an eyebrow at her, and then gave her the thumbs up. He had a plan.
She soon hung up. “What happens at the River Thames?”
“Plenty, trust me.”
“Is it a good idea for you to come with us though? I mean, you know I would love to have you there, but would it be inconvenient?” she asked, looking concerned.
Harry smiled and stood up, walking over to her. He puts his hands on her shoulders comfortingly. “It will be fine, it only becomes a problem when things are planned early. Security can handle it.”
She gave a small smile and shrugged. “Well, okay. Ryan’s going to flip when he knows you’re coming, you know that, right?”
Harry laughed, kissing her on the forehead. “Go get ready, I’ll make some arrangements.”
Two hours later, they were walking along the water front of the River Thames. Harry had hold of Ryan’s hand, who was talking animatedly, asking questions about the river and the activities on the foreshore. Desiree, on the other hand, just walked along quietly, her eyes roving their surrounds. It reminded him of when they were overseas together.
“Hey, you alright?” he asked as Ryan was distracted, feeding some ducks.
She looked back at him in surprise. “Hmm? Oh yeah, fine,” she said. Harry looked at her pointedly, there was something wrong that she wasn’t telling him. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “I’m just worried that, you know, the media is going to come rolling up and start swarming us again.”
Harry smiled warmly. “Relax, security isn’t far away. I’m trying to keep this as natural as possible for you.”
Desiree raised her eye brows in surprise and was about to say something when a group of young girls came running up to them. Harry saw Desiree’s guard go up instantly, as she grabbed Ryan and pulled him away from Harry and the group of girls.
“Can we get a photo with you, Harry?” they asked excitedly, surrounding him.
Harry looked to Desiree, who appeared to be smirking slightly. She stepped forward before he could say anything. “Give me your phone; I’ll take the photo for you.” One of the girls handed over a phone and Desiree prepared to take the photo, making sure Ryan had a hold of her by a belt loop on her jeans. “On three! Ready? One, two, three!”
She went and handed back the phone, the girls all crowding around to look at the photo while Harry moved quickly to Desiree’s side. Before he could say anything to her, one of the girls looked at her critically. “Wait, I recognise you. You look different without your uniform, but aren’t you that soldier?”
Desiree and Harry looked at each other before looking back at the girls who were all now looking at Desiree critically, trying to figure out if it was her.
“Yeah, what did the newspapers call you? “The Warrior Woman”. Oh yeah, you threw the photographer out of the hotel by yourself! That was so cool!”
“Uh, okay, not generally something I would call cool, myself,” Desiree slowly replied, in a voice of uncertainty.
“Can we get a photo with you and Harry, please?” they asked together.
Desiree looked uncomfortable and shook her head. “Sorry, girls. I’m out trying to enjoy the day with my son, maybe some other time.” She began to walk away while the girls groaned.
Harry apologised before hurrying after her. “You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Warrior Woman? Really?” she said, Harry heard a distinct bite of annoyance in her voice. He bit his lip. “That is utterly ridiculous.”
“Sorry.”
She sighed, pushing her shoulders back as she walked along hand in hand with Ryan. “It’s not your fault. Let’s go for that ride.”
******
                They arrived back at the hotel by lunch time. Harry left them there, returning to the palace. Desiree and Ryan walked into their suite, Ryan looking around at all the flowers. “Wow, mum, did Harry buy you those?”
Desiree laughed a little, remembering her conversation with him this morning about them. “No, actually, he didn’t,” she said smiling. “A few people sent them as presents, you know, for getting those medals yesterday,” she lied.
“Oh, cool.” He sat on the lounge and turned the TV on while Desiree went and took her shoes off in her room. “Mum! You’re on TV again!”
Desiree froze, gritting her teeth at the mention. She slowly walked out to see what he was on about. Sure enough, she was greeted by her image splashed all over the TV, except they were photos and videos from the night before. She raised her eye brows at the photos. They weren’t half bad. Then she listened to the reporter’s story.
“It is reported that the woman who accompanied Prince Harry to his retirement ball, was in fact the same woman awarded for bravery for saving Harry’s life twice, at a ceremony yesterday.” They showed a photo of her bearing the two new medallions alongside her already mounted medals, and Harry’s arm around her as she had tears in her eyes, looking down at the medal for Banzai in her hand.
The pictures on the TV changed to video of her in uniform receiving her medals from the Queen and then Harry. A slide show then began, showing her in full tactical cam during an op in Afghanistan, in her ordinary cams back home in Sydney, shouting at her trainees and then a photo from the newspaper when it was revealed they were to be the first women given the chance to take on the infantry course. Desiree gulped. She didn’t know how they had gotten some of these photos but it made her nervous how thorough their research had been.
“She is Major Desiree Kitana, a decorated soldier in the Australian Army Special Forces and the only woman to have a frontline position. She was awarded in a ceremony at the palace yesterday for her acts of bravery, in which she saved the youngest Prince of Wales, while in actions in Afghanistan and during the Sydney siege. She is also a war widow, her late husband killed in action eight years ago.”
Desiree grit her teeth, waiting for them to give away more information but there was none as the reporter moved onto the next story. She sighed with relief.
“You’re famous, mummy,” Ryan said looking up at her brightly with excitement in his eyes.
“That’s nothing to be excited about, Ryan.” She sat down beside him and put an arm around him. “Life is going to get very hectic now. I will try my best to keep things as normal as possible, but it’s going to have to change a little.”
“That’s okay, mummy.” He looked at her thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes. “Does this mean you won’t be going to war anymore, mummy?”
Desiree was dumbfounded. He had never used the word ‘war’ to her before. She was shocked when he said it and wasn’t sure how to respond. “I guess not.”
He smiled happily, before hugging her tightly. “Good.”
After lunch, Desiree received a phone call. It was Harry. “I only just got briefed on all the latest reports. I’m so sorry,” he said, sounding exasperated.
She sighed. “Its fine, Harry. It was actually less harsh than I thought it was going to be. At least they didn’t call me Warrior Woman on TV.”
Harry laughed. She smiled to herself, but a forbidding thought came to mind. In a few days she was due to return to Australia. “How was Ryan about it?”
“Great,” she scoffed, looking out her bedroom door, where he was engrossed in the TV, he had been channel surfing all afternoon for more stories on his mother. “He seems extremely pleased, actually.”
Harry laughed again. “Sorry about that, then.”
“Forget it.” She was silent for a moment. “Harry, we need to discuss something. Can we get together, to talk about it?”
The line was silent, making Desiree nervous. Harry finally spoke again. “Sure. Did you want me to send someone to grab you?” Desiree was confused for a second, wondering why he wanted her to come to him. “That way if I need to organise anything for your return to Australia, I can.”
“Oh, sure. I’ll send Ryan to Dan.”
                That evening, Desiree dressed in some denim jeans and a baggy knitted top, wearing a scarf to hide the mark on her neck, carefully doing her hair and make up neatly. She met the car downstairs at the car park, although the media no longer sat outside her hotel.
They drove through the back gates of Kensignton Palace, driving up the long driveway. Desiree began to feel sick to her stomach. For whatever reason, the thought of discussing the future with Harry so soon had her nervous.
Harry met her at the back entrance, along with what appeared to be an assistant. “Hey,” Harry said, opening the door and offering her a hand. She accepted it, climbing out of the car. He pulled her into a hug and she buried her head into the nape of his neck. His arms felt so welcoming and strong to her.
He led her inside and they went into what appeared to be a library. She found Prince Charles was waiting there for them. He stood and nodded towards her. “Desiree, I hope you don’t mind me joining you? Mother has requested I speak on behalf of her wishes.”
Desiree looked from Charles to Harry in confusion but nodded slowly. “Fair enough, your majesty.” Harry didn’t seem too pleased about it, but Desiree could see why they would take an interest in it. Harry offered her a seat opposite Charles and then sat closely beside her. He placed a hand on her leg, much to her surprise. She saw the slightest of smiles appear on Charles’ face. She wondered if perhaps Harry had an authority issue with his father.
The assistant sat at the head of the table, pulling out a notebook. Desiree looked from the assistant to Harry and Charles. “What’s going on?”
“We need to discuss your future.” The way Charles said it so matter-of-factly made it sound like Desiree didn’t have a say in the matter.
“I’m sorry?” she asked incredulously.
“What he means is, the palace would like to know what you wish to do,” Harry spoke up, drawing Desiree’s attention to him. He looked apologetic, taking her hand in his. It was comforting and although she was tense at the gesture done in front of his father, having him there with her was of great peace to her.
“Okay,” she said nervously, looking back to Charles and glancing at the assistant. “Where do we start?”
Harry took his hand from Desiree’s leg and crossed his arms on the table, looking seriously at his father. “Well, get it over with.”
Desiree was shocked with the tone of insolence in his voice but looked expectantly, if not a little nervously at Charles. “Very well,” Charles said straightening up and shifting some paperwork around in front of him. “First of all, do you still wish to serve in the Army?”
Desiree looked at him incredulously. “Uh, I don’t exactly have anything else I can do, sir.” She tried to stop the disdain from coming out in her voice but she wasn’t so sure she was successful though.
“Very well,” he said as he and the assistant wrote down some notes. Desiree glanced sideways at Harry. He seemed broody. “And you expect to return to Australia obviously, but what are your considerations on returning to England, on a more...permanent basis?”
Desiree looked from Harry to Charles, this was a question she had already been asking herself over and over all afternoon. “There’s a lot of...factors...I need to take into account before I consider that,” she admitted, unable to look at Harry as she said it.
He reached across and took her hand in his under the table, although she was certain his father still saw it. He looked back up at his father sullenly. “Can’t we leave this for a few weeks, no, months? It’s a lot to adapt to.”
Charles looked sympathetically from Harry to Desiree. He shuffled his papers into one pile and waved off the assistant, who looked surprised but hurriedly left, leaving his notepad and pen on the table. Charles sighed, before looking at them both warmly. “Look, I understand that this is something you’re not used to Desiree, and Harry, I know you’re not happy about it. I want to enlighten you both to how I feel about this situation. I am so happy for you both, you, Desiree, are everything I would hope for Harry to have in a woman. You are smart, strong, you have a career that instils a lot of pride in the nation, not to mention you’ve proven you can keep him out of trouble.”
Desiree looked stunned for a moment, not sure if she should speak. “Thank...you?” she said slowly.
Charles smiled at her warmly before looking back at Harry. “And you, son, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time, not since before your mother died. So to see how you are when you are around Desiree makes me so happy.” Harry looked at Desiree and gave her a shy smile, he himself had barely ever mentioned his mother since they were in Afghanistan. “And because of this, I want to help you two make this work,” he said, emphatically.
Desiree sat upright at that, he said it with so much conviction, she got the inkling he had something else in mind. “Very well, I’m open to your thoughts,” she said carefully. Harry looked at her in surprise and concern. Clearly, he thought that asking something like that was dangerous.
“Well, if you still wish to serve, I see no problem with that,” Charles began, moving his paperwork again. “I do wish that you would serve your time over here, though.”
Harry and Desiree both looked at Charles in awe. Desiree wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly at first, but when she glanced at Harry and saw the confused look on his face, she was certain that she had. Desiree looked back to Charles. “I’m sorry, did you say serve here? Doing what?”
“The same thing you do now. Training. For a while anyway.”
“A while?” Harry asked, sounding critical. “Why only a while?”
“Well, you are retiring and taking on more royal duties, eventually it would be hoped that she would join you, no?” Desiree looked at Charles with uncertainty etched into her face. “As good a soldier as you are, Desiree, it is too dangerous for you to take an active role in the military anymore. You’re a marked woman, as you know.”
Desiree considered this, he was right about that. “So you want me to leave the military eventually?” she asked, confirming what she thought he meant.
To her surprise he shook his head. “No, not at all. You would become inactive. You would still maintain your rank, and if at some point something serious was to happen, then i suppose, due to your extensive training, you could be reactivated. However, for the most part you would only don the uniform for ceremonial purposes. Like i said, we are happy for you to come here and work with training our troops for a time first. I daresay, you have some invaluable experiences you could teach our men.”
Desiree looked at Harry, trying to see if she could get some scope on what he thought. He leant over his folded arms, resting his chin on them. She thought for a moment, she saw pleading in his eyes. Charles grabbed the notebook that the assistant had left behind and began writing.
She looked back at Charles, her expression deadpan. “I’ll take that into consideration. Anything else?” She felt Harry squeeze her hand again; she smiled lightly, but didn’t take her eyes from Charles.
“Ryan. We need to make considerations for Ryan.”
“Agreed.” This was a part of great concern for her. Whatever choices she made would impact him; she didn’t want it to be too big a change on him. He was just an average kid, after all. All the fuss and bother of the last week had been tiring him out as it was.
“What kind of schooling is he currently partaking in?” Charles asked, looking at the papers in front of him.
“Public, it’s the most suitable for his needs.”
“For his needs?” Charles asked curiously.
Desiree sighed. “The school he goes to is in a defence community, of which a select few of the staff were aware of my position and so were prepared for my long absences. The private school I had him attending earlier after completing my training were not understanding to that.”
“Well, here we have schools specifically for children whose parents are in defence situated on our bases. If you wish for him to join you here, he can be put into one of these schools. I would personally like to suggest that you leave him in Australia initially though.”
Desiree felt herself enraged by his suggestion, but he raised his hands in the air in front of him, continuing to explain why.
“You see, we will treat your initial move here as a deployment, say, six to eight months. In that time, during his school holidays we can have him flown over and what not. But its best at his age not to have his schooling interrupted too much, wouldn’t you agree?”
Desiree felt like she should argue, but his logic was sound and she couldn’t fault it. She liked his school, they understood her position. During her time in England, she could also take the time to investigate the schools available to her there. She sighed and nodded. “That sounds fair.”
“Of course, if you have any issue with these plans later down the line, we can always revise them,” Charles explained beginning to write in the notebook again. Desiree nodded. Charles looked over his paperwork once more. His expression appeared to become grave, and he seemed to be dealing with some kind of inner turmoil. “Well, I suppose that is it for now.”
Desiree narrowed her eyes at him, she could see there was something on that paperwork that bothered him. Harry, satisfied, went to stand up, still holding Desiree’s hand. “No,” she said, not moving. “There’s something else that the Queen has written for you to bring up. What is it?”
Harry looked at his father expectantly. Charles looked thoughtfully back at Desiree across the table. He sighed before putting his hands together in front of him. “She requested I bring up what should happen should you two decide to take this relationship further in the future.”
Desiree pursed her lips into a thin line. “Bit early for that isn’t it,” she asked quietly. She couldn’t meet Harry’s eyes as she asked. She was worried he might not think so, although she suspected he would agree.
“Now’s not really the time to be discussing that, Father.” Harry said taking his seat again.
Charles nodded. “I agree. We can leave it at that for now.”
Desiree was thoughtful for a moment. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to know what the Queen’s thoughts were at the moment. “No, I would like to hear her concerns; however I may not be willing to act upon any plans for that just now, if you understand where I’m coming from.”
Charles looked at her in surprise and nodded, pulling the paperwork out again. “Very well, she wished for me to discuss with you, what should happen if you were to further your relationship in the form of marriage.” Desiree cringed slightly. Charles looked apologetic. “Sorry. Anyway, she wished it be noted that your son would not be entitled to the throne.”
“Considering how far down the family tree I am, I don’t think that’s a concern, Father,” Harry said in annoyance. Desiree kneed him slightly. “What? It’s true. The Queen would need to die, then dad and Camilla, then William and Kate and whatever children they had before it would get to me. And then something would have to happen to me,” Harry explained. Desiree stared at Harry incredulously.
“He’s got a point,” Desiree finally said looking back at Charles pointedly. “Either way, it doesn’t bother me. The thought of us even receiving a title irks me.”
“You would rather not have a title?” Charles asked in surprise.
Desiree shrugged. “To what point are these titles? Besides, I already have one. Major Desiree Kitana VC GC MG...good lord! I have to remember to write that on everything now?”
Charles and Harry laughed at her moment of realisation. “Very well, I’ll note that.” He wrote something down. “Well, the last thing is, we need to know if there are any indiscretions from your past we need to know about?”
Desiree sighed and looked at Charles with a scornful expression. “Yep.”
Charles looked at her enquiringly. “Yep?”
“Yep.” Harry raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. She sighed. “You never heard the jokes about army brats? We are nothing but trouble. God knows how much the media will be digging up as we speak.”
“Hmm, I suspected there might be something. Never mind, we will deal with it as it comes. Surely, nothing could be much worse than what Harry has had us deal with so far.”
Charles and Desiree looked at Harry expectantly. He chuckled nervously, scratching his head in the awkward manner he did when he was flustered. Desiree smiled, noting again how utterly adorable it was. She smirked, looking back at Charles. “He joined the army, speaks volumes, sir.”
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