Prince Harry feigned work urgency and headed straight to his Bachelor's lodge in North London right after the supper with the Lancasters.
He sat by his warm bed, quacking his head toward the little candle lit at the far corner. The bed was large, king-sized, twice as large as the one he had been given by Lady Somerset. It was neatly spread, neatly arranged, as he looked down at his tow boots, which he had been trying his hardest to remove since the moment he sat on the bed.
He sighed lightly, frustrated by the lack of help from his opposite leg in removing the boots. Lightly bent, he started using his hand to unzip the significant boots. First, he removed his left, tossing the boot to the ground nearby, then removed his right. But before he could toss it, his mind wandered to Victoria, at the dinner table.
