Prince Harry woke earlier by Victoria's side. He was unscalably happy with what was unfolding in his life. Victoria was by him, and the Scottish palace was already rendered to him.
The sun rays were perfectly piercing through the window and glazing the beautiful body of Victoria. He would lie here forever, just checking out the exquisite body that God had granted his now wife. He could hardly fathom he was now a husband, he could hardly even believe it. But when he stated those vows of now and forever, somehow… somehow, one part of his brain shifted and realized, yes… yes, it has happened.
At this moment, he wished his mother was here. How happy would she be? He hoped she was happy for him, up there in heaven. He just hoped she was now smiling and resting peacefully as the goal to win over all other kings' queens was finally done with.
