The first thing I noticed was the silence, the peace and the warmth. It wrapped around me like a cocoon, so different from the cold, damp cell I'd grown accustomed to. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light filtering through gauzy curtains. I was in a bed - a real bed, with sheets softer than anything I'd ever felt before.
For a moment, I thought I must be dreaming. But the ache in my bones and the bandages wrapped around my arms told me this was real. I'd made it out. I was alive.
I turned my head, wincing at the stiffness in my neck, and that's when I saw him. Prince Harry, sitting in a chair beside the bed, his hand gently holding mine. His eyes were closed, dark circles beneath them suggesting he hadn't slept in a while.
"Harry?" My voice was barely a whisper, rough fro
