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Finn POV

I was sitting in the study when Karl walked in. I was surprised he wasn't at his home with his pregnant wife. We lived in the same area, but I was in the cottage and he had Kensington Palace. We were around Hyde Park and not far from Buckingham Palace. I was never far from the rest of the family or my purpose in life. I was glad that I wasn't in Karl's place... he was going to rule one day.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him and stood up to hug him. He looked tired, and I knew that he was still doing his work while his wife was pregnant, plus their children right now.

"I needed some fresh air." he said and after them having many kids at this point, I knew that this meant he needed away from her for whatever reason. I chuckled and he sat down across from the desk as I sat back down.

"You will get there one day." he said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but did purse my lips. I knew that everyone was pushing me to find someone, but I really didn't want to just settle. I wanted to find that one person that made me who I wanted to be in the long run. I had seen what divorce had done in my family, and I didn't want to be a part of it.

"I'm getting there." I mumbled and he chuckled.

"How many appearances did you have today?" he asked me and it was a running joke that Father had been sending me everywhere to meet as many single women as possible.

"Just one, but I am about to walk around." I said and he pursed his lips.

"You have to be careful. Just take someone in case." he said and I finished up what I was working on. I had been working on a speech for an event I was going to tomorrow in Paris. We talked a little longer before I left to walk around London. I had been getting good at hiding who I was, and went places where I was less likely to get recognized.

I made my way to the museum. I liked it because there were never a huge amount of people, and they had the exhibit that had pictures from when my life was fun, easy, and had pictures of my Mum. I was in a hat, glasses, and my hood up as I walked around. The weather was colder and overcast, so it still I looked like everyone else. I walked into the exhibit and was surprised to see someone looking over the photographs. She was taller, medium size, had reddish-brown curly hair, and wearing black rimmed glasses. She was dressed in grey slacks and a pink blouse. I wasn't sure why, but I was drawn to her. She was looking at the pictures, and wasn't paying attention when she bumped into me. She was startled and try to get away, but tripped over her own feet. I quickly grabbed her before she fell and she looked at me with shock and embarrassment.

"I am so sorry. I didn't see you there." she said and I chuckled. She was American.

"It's alright." I said and she looked at me with red-tinted cheeks.

"I didn't think anyone else was in here... it's not a heavily visited exhibit." she said when I saw her badge showing that she worked here.

"This is one of my favorite exhibit." I said and she looked at me surprised.

"Really? I am here to work on this exhibit. Do you have a second? I would like to ask you some questions about why you like this so much." she said with a very interested tone. I chuckled, but felt myself nod... I knew that I just couldn't give myself away.

"Let me grab my notebook. I will be right back." she said and I nodded. She disappeared and I gave my body guard the signal that I would be alright. He nodded and stood just outside of the exhibit. I sat on the bench and looked at the pictures of my mother and me. I felt so many emotions looking at these old pictures. We had been made aware that they were going to redo the exhibit and update it. Father had already told me that I would be involved in the process since I was now doing something everyday just with the hopes that I would find a wife. I was 36 and it was now a joke even in the papers whenever I was seen with a woman. I was in deep thought when she returned and sat next to me.

"Thank you for talking to me about this. I am trying to pull from different sources to get this correct for the museum and the royal family." she said and I realized right then that she had been put under a lot of pressure. I understood some of that.

"You are welcome, but I need something first." I said and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm Fergal." I said and stuck out my hand. She shook it and chuckled.

"I'm Iris." she said and smiled at me.

We sat there and talked for over an hour about why I liked the exhibit, what I would like to see in the new one, and what it meant to me. I had to censor some of my answers, but I was honest about most of it. She wrote a lot of it down, and I stayed there until the museum was closing.

"Thank you so much, Fergal. I really appreciate this. Can I buy you coffee or something sometime to say thank you?" she asked me and I was surprised that she was upfront about it. She barely knew me, but she was being so nice just for talking to her about this.

"I would like that." I said and we exchanged numbers. She escorted me and my 'friend' to the exit and waved bye.

"It's good to see you smile, sir." Luke said as we walked back towards the tube to go back to my place. I shook my head, but I couldn't deny that I was actually smiling.

We got back and I was surprised to find my Father sitting in my study. I felt my smile disappear and became serious as he eyed me. He didn't like that I would go out and walk around. He was concerned about our safety, and also because he didn't want anymore bad press for the family.

"Father." I said and he motioned for me to sit down.

"I just wanted to make sure you are ready for tomorrow, and that you will remember that we don't need any more social gaffes." he said and I nodded. I had a reputation in the press for being the 'fun' prince, and it wasn't always good press. He felt the need to remind me of this a lot lately, but it was also a 'don't fuck this up' speech within a 'you need to do your royal duty' speech. I wished I was back at the museum with Iris.

Iris POV

I got done and headed home that night. Sami had invited me out tonight, but I passed since I had an early meeting tomorrow on protocol about meeting with the royal family and an advisor on the exhibit. I couldn't help but think about Fergal. He had been so nice and so real in his descriptions about the current exhibit. I knew that many people here loved and cherished the royal family, so I felt more pressure about the new exhibit. I was getting ready to lay down my phone buzzed.

Can I take you up on that drink on Thursday night? ~ Ferg

I felt myself smile and quickly replied with sure. We texted a few more times and agreed that he would meet me outside the museum at 17:00 on Friday night. i was now looking forward to Friday.


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