She had no idea what was expected from her. She had been here before though. Here she was again, staring at the luxurious ceiling. Everything was so detailed she didn't know where to look first. She could imagine being in Mr Darcy's house, it would make her less nervous. Fumbling with her fingers, bum firmly planted on a Victorian looking couch, which only she could presume was a historical masterpiece, she stared out in front of her.

She had been sitting here for the past twenty minutes, scared to move one inch. She could imagine falling over the carpet, trying to hold on to the little table on her right, curling her fingers around the blue/golden vase on top of it and watching it fall down in slow motion, breaking into a million tiny pieces. It was not going to happen.

Sighing, she bit her lip. She did have to pee though. She remembered going to the restroom when it was Trooping Of The Color but Harry had shown her the way. She was sure she'd end up being lost if she were to go solo.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when she heard the big ceiling doors open to her left. Turning her head immediately, she stood up when she saw the woman who's picture was on every post stamp in the country enter the room. She was wearing a light blue dress, in which Evee thought she looked very beautiful. Her hands were clasping on to each other in front of her and The Queen immediately smiled when she saw the blonde standing up.

Wearing her heels, Evee was almost a head taller than her. The Queen held out her hand and the nurse took it as an invitation to shake it with hers. Remembering what Kate teached her, her knees buckled into a curtsy. "Mrs Delamane, now that you're marrying my grandson I don't see why this is still necessary in private."

Evee's face immediately lit up in a beaming smile as she let go of the woman's hand, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything important with my visit, your majesty." She honestly had no clue what to call the Queen. She always noticed how Kate kept her at respectful distance and thought it would be the best to do the same. She read into many protocols for the outside world towards the Queen, but now being in her inner-circle, she wasn't sure if those would change.

"Oh no dear, I was delighted to hear from you. I've been wanting to get together and discuss a few things. Let us sit down and have some tea."

Eveline's eyes widened a little when she could see two butlers enter the room. One of them, the older man with grey hair, held a silver platter that had two detailed bone china teacups, a silver pot and the smallest spoons Evee thought she had seen in her life. The other man, a younger one with a slight startled expression on his façade held two bowls of strawberries and cream and placed them with much grace on the little tabletop in front of the settee.

"Tell me how do you prefer your  tea?" The Queen smiled at the woman sitting next to her. She could tell that Harry's fiancé was nervous and tried to calm her down.

Evee didn't dare to tell her she preferred coffee over tea. It was a nurse's thing, coffee ran through her veins. She survived on coffee back in the days. "Usually just a tiny spoon of sugar and some milk." She watched how the older butler immediately got into action.

"I favour mine with just some milk and no sugar." The butler respectfully handed the cup of tea towards Eveline as her hands tried to steady the cup gracefully. Left hand on the plate, right hand sophistically around the ear of the cup. Don't drink until the Majesty drinks it first. She carefully eyed how the buttler handed the Queen her cup of tea and waited. "Strawberries and cream?" Harry's grandmother questioned. "I have been craving for these the entire morning."

"That would be delightful." Eveline smiled. When then nurse saw the Queen sip from her tea, she did the same. After the butlers set the bowls of strawberries on the table, along with some biscuits, they respectfully bowed at both of them and turned around, leaving the room.

"How is the wedding coming along?" Elizabeth spoke, setting her tea on top of table and taking one of the bowls and a little fork.

"Very pleasantly. Most important things are covered, Harry and I have been in quite a few meetings and the main aspect is covered."

"I heard from Harry that it is going well, indeed. What about your dress?" The Queen made eyecontact with the blonde, who swallowed her tea deeply and set it aside. She saw how she gracefully reached into her purse, taking out a big brown envelope.

Sitting next to her, Elizabeth was quite surprised with the girl's manners. Judging from the premiere pictures leaking into the press; the girl cursing around on international television and her grandson's and Eveline's publically affections didn't go up her Majesty's passageway at first. The first time she had met the woman on Harry's birthday took her by surprise. The blonde was well mannered and a natural beauty. The public seemed to adore her smile and she made her grandson very happy. She could tell that 'Evee' (Elizabeth preferred the name Eveline, she didn't like it when the press called her Evee) would be a positive addition for the family.

The woman had managed to turn into a large, brightly coloured butterfly in almost a year.

Elizabeth thought she was a fast learner and she adjusted well. She was quite different than Catherine. She didn't think this girl had it in her to be Queen, but then again, she never thought Harry, her grandson had it in him to be king. They were both very free spirited. She promised herself she wouldn't make the same mistakes as she once did with Harry's mother.

She would let them be, she wouldn't interfere (until necessary). They were doing a good job for now.

"That's the reason I wanted to come here. I have the end sketches and your opinion would mean the world to me." Eveline spoke, opening the envelope. Suddenly she felt very nervous, the dress wasn't white, it was ivory. She didn't have any sleeves, her long veil would cover her arms. What would she say?

Oh god, what if The Queen didn't approve?

She was absolutely in love with her dress, it would break her heart if she had to start all over again.

Eveline watched how Harry's grandmother took the sketches in hand. She almost didn't dare to look at her facial expression. Her eyes scanned the front of the dress. "The colour's ivory and I have a long veil, it would cover my arms." Evee's voice managed to speak.

"This is beautiful, Eveline." The Queen paused, again staring at the pearls and diamonds. "Very detailed."

Oh thank god. "It is a relieve that you think positively of it."

"I didn't expect you to just show me a plain dress. Harry and you seem to have a more, free style. This dress is well balanced. It's different but still classic. A touch of vintage, if you ask me. I heard my son really liked it."

Evee nodded her head, silently watching how The Queen's fingertips trailed the buttons on the back. "He was quite fond of it."

"How are you managing to keep this away from Harry?" The woman formed a mischief smile on her face. "I can imagine how hard it is. He's always been a very curious character."   

"I have been keeping them away in a safe. It's the only way I know his curiosity won't take over." The Queen laughed at Evee's response, gracefully popping a piece of strawberry in her mouth. Eveline still couldn't believe it. She was having tea with the Queen. She was discussing her wedding dress with the Queen. The woman who's head was on her money every time she bought pints back at the pub.  "I'm really pleased you like the dress. Your opinion is very essential to me and I'm sure it means a lot to Harry as well."

Again, the older lady smiled. She could sense that the blonde's nerves were finally settling down a little. "While you're present and we have the drawings of the dress, I would like to showcase you a few things as well."

Eveline sipped from her tea, setting down the fine china carefully on the table in front of them.

"As you are probably aware already, every royal bride is entitled to wear a headpiece. It is expected from them on their special day. I want to show you the various options. We can compare them to the sketches and which one you prefer most, you can most likely wear on your special day."

Evee slowly nodded her head, trying to ignore her stomach turning. The Queen was asking her which delicate family piece Eveline wanted to put on her head. Things that were worth millions would have to go on her head. "Come on then." Elizabeth requested, snapping the blonde's thoughts away.

The doors of the room immediately opened as the nurse kept the Queen at respectful distance but still managed to walk next to her. She noticed that she didn't walk very fast and tried to patiently stroll next to her with her hands crossed in front of her. "It isn't very far. We've opened the vaults for you today."

"Oh." An edge of fear came through Evee's voice. The vaults. Right. These things don't cost five pounds. "Thank you for taking your time to do all this."

"It's my pleasure, dear. I want you to look well for my grandson."

It took about a ten minute walk through the hallways of Buckingham Palace to finally stop in front of two doors, guarded by four security men that respectfully bowed at the Queen once again. The doors immediately opened for them and for a moment Evee's breath was caught in her throat.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Try not to pass out at all these diamonds.

Don't touch anything.

ANYTHING.

Keep your hands tied together and don't fall.

The doors immediately closed behind them and they were alone once again. No natural light entered the room. There were no windows and the beautiful pieces were all carefully placed upon an individual dark blue suede pillows. "These are your choices. If you want to try any of them on, we have a professional to do that for you."

Right. Let me just try them on like I'm trying on sunglasses at Primark's. Eveline almost had to laugh. There was no way she would touch any of these.  "Step a little closer, you won't see them if you keep standing by the door."

Evee's eye immediately turned towards one tiara on the far left. It looked delicate and feminine. The floral design with the rose diamonds stood out. The Queen immediately caught the woman looking at one of the most mystery pieces in her vault. It had been a while indeed since that piece saw daylight, let alone public daylight. "The public has been eager to see this one for a very, very long time. It's called the Strathmore Rose Tiara. It is in need of severe restoration."

Eveline's feet managed to drag herself towards the modern, yet delicate piece. It wasn't as shiny as the rest of them, but it had something bohemian. The rose diamonds would fit her dress remarkably. "I thought you would like this one. It would definitely match your style. I had always hoped that Catherine would choose this one but she has a more tailored style."

Evee nodded her head, crunching down to look even closer at the piece but still not touching it. "It is very romantic."

"It is. It needs a good opportunity to shine once again." The Queen held back a smile. 

Evee stood up straight, she hadn't even looked at the other pieces. Her eyes adverted from the Strathmore Rose towards a familiar piece. The one Harry's mother used to wear. It was as if her heart rate quickened and she wasn't sure why. This one was Princess Diana's. Well, it wasn't owned by her but it was the one she wore most. "Harry spoke to me about this particular one."

"I'm confident he did. This was his mother's favourite. The Cambridge Lover's knot. " It was bigger than Eveline imagined it would be and it looked quite heavy. "I know Harry would love to see you wear this tiara, Eveline but I personally think you need to establish yourself as a separate entirely before you wear this."

The blonde adverted her eyes from the masterpiece towards The Queen. She couldn't  help but feel a little disappointed. She wanted to do this for Harry. If she had  to pick one herself, she would have picked the one that caught her eye in the  first place. "You have thick hair, it would look good on you, I'm certain.  Just not for your wedding day. I believe I can say this correctly, but why not  for once think about what you like and not what my grandson likes? He is not marrying his mother, he is marrying you. I'm just saying that you should be yourself as much as you can."

Evee was a little shocked at The Queen's words. She didn't dare to reply. She knew she didn't mean any harm and in all honestly, her words held some honesty. "It's not that I'm not allowing you to wear the Cambridge Knot. I'm merely giving you my humble opinion." The woman smiled at the blonde. "I know you love my grandson a lot, but which of these pieces do you love the most and would fit your gown the best?"

Eveline couldn't help but advert her eyes towards the piece that caught her attention in the first place. She didn't even have the time to reply. "The Strathmore Rose it is then."  The Queen smiled. "I have been wanting to restore it for quite some time now, I just needed to find the right reason. I suggest we do not try this one on before it's fully done."

She honestly was a little scared to tell Harry she wouldn't be wearing his mother's former tiara. Before she came here, she thought her decision was already made but hearing the Queen's advice and seeing the other beautiful piece, which fitted her style remarkably, she couldn't help but beg to differ. "I'm happy with my choice. Thank you." The blonde smiled gratefully.

"I can still see some hesitation in your eyes. Would it make you feel better if I tell you, you can always wear the Cambridge Lover's knot at the wedding party itself? You can surprise Harry."

The Queen noticed how Evee's eyes immediately lightened up. "Really?"

"I'd like to think the Strathmore will be too fragile to wear the entire day anyways. It's a wonderful idea and we won't have the public breathing on our necks."

Evee gratefully smiled, "Okay then."

"Now, let us go search for Philip, he's been wanting to see you for a while now. Very eager to see the sketches of the dress. I sometimes like to think he has more interest in fashion than me."

The nurse couldn't help but laugh.

Author's note: I just had so many people picking for both that I did it with a little twist. If you don't like it well, uhm, that's your problem I guess. I think Harry's was rooting for that one and I think Evee wanted the other.