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"Prince Harry McVourse, stands my name… How is it in London?"

To Lady Victoria Lancaster, well written but burnt through a candle flame… still in mourning of his mother's death. And still in Wales! This was two weeks after Prince Harry's mother's burial, the queen! Was she though?

"Brother!" Prince Edward stood right when he saw Prince Harry and Victoria walk into the living room. He had been waiting quite, quite an hour or two, but was of course being entertained by the Countess, as she too made her way towards the living room from the parlor.

"Prince Harry," the Countess stated, rubbing her temples, definitely forcing a smile.

"It took quite some time, my apologies for_" Harry paused a bit, he definitely knew not what he was apologizing for… but he still used his hand to indicate, at least Victoria had certainly come back in good health.