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'Victoria, Lady Victoria, Lady Victoria… Victoria… well, how much of Victoria will I write? I still remember her blue eyes…'

Written by Prince Harry McVourse, while still in mourning for his mother's death! Burnt over the blaze of a candle frame!

Prince Harry had thought of Victoria many times… even now, as he looked up from the Lancaster compound in view of the huge air balloon that had rested on their grass.

He had thought of her the whole night, the whole week, and the whole previous months since he first had a conversation with her. He had thought of her when she took his offer for a glass of water and rejected Edward's offer of a handkerchief the previous day. He had thought of her, even when the occasion was not meant for Victoria's moment, like during the lay of his mother. He had thought of her, many times… and now_

She looked happy… she really did, he thought to himself.