Prince Harry had walked Victoria through the busy streets of London. Not once did they pass by a fruit vendor without Harry pulling out a coin to buy a mango, apple, or whatever he felt was right to buy. Victoria, all through this time, was taking the opportunity to simply acknowledge Harry's actions. He was quite a charm, though… He would arch his head when thinking and would slightly smile when whatever he thought seemed a little foolish. Her escort maid was far behind them as they passed through the busy market toward the publishing areas, built and set on the corner of London.
There was London Times and a smaller one opposite it. London Times was known worldwide, but the smaller one, well, it had not yet been noticed much. Probably only a few aristocrats bought it. Or bought news published within its instruments.
