OK so this is a take on events that 'could' happen from the end of series 9. Potentially a slightly more real feel than in some of my other fics (hm, there's a paradox!)
…anyhoo hopefully it makes for reasonable reading. Here's a brief intro.

Royal wedding

The team had gathered on the grid and surrounded the flat screen tv.

All was going to plan, several pre-emptive arrests had steered the day free of trouble and watching the Royals head back to the Palace, the day was close to being a success.

The chariot pulled the newlyweds through the gates of Buckingham Palace, the feathered plumes of The Household Calvary flanking each side. Harry stole a moment to smile as he watched with amusement the riders clinging to their flighty horses, each gentle beast, stirred with bounding energy as crowds roared them on. He knew better than most that despite the appearance of experience each solider was sending up silent prays that they weren't 'the one', (for there's always one) who'll hit the deck.

"Just Prince Edward and they'll all be inside." Mused Demetri.

"Hm? Harry woke back to the task in hand, "Oh, Yes," he groaned, "utter clown."

"Not a fan of the Prince?" Returned Beth, amusement heavy in her voice.

Harry grumbled, trailing off into a mutter. "I served a while as his security liaison. Complete nightmare to co-ordinate, wouldn't listen to a thing I suggested, man thinks he's untouchable. …Bloody minded twit."

Ruth, who was listening with quite interest, turned her face to shade her amusement.

-.-.-.-

The royals had lined themselves up, each a sitting duck on the balcony, Harry's gut had wound tight, this would be an opportune time for terror to strike. It would only be when all had returned inside that Harry and the rest of the team could draw a final breath of relief...

Ruth should have been sharing the team's sense of apprehension and baited breath but as it was, the day's events had been somewhat of a distraction. Repeatedly her eyes would wonder and settle over Harry and a sense of regret would sweep her.

It'd been 2 month since 'the proposal' and a week since he'd recused her in the Albany debacle. Ever since the atmosphere between them had remained tensely polite and yesterday at Lucus' Funeral, a quiet affair, Demetri had sat between her and Harry and there was certainly no danger of marriage proposals this time.

She knew she'd been hard on Harry for his decision to trade for her life, more than she'd truly meant to be but these were difficult times and in such emotional turmoil she trusted herself more in anger than with an open heart. Hearts, she reasoned, were harder to break if kept cold.

-.-.-.-

The Royals turned and began to disappear from the balcony. Now safe, Section D's responsibilities of the Royal's safety passed over to section E, they'd got the relatively easy job of securing the reception do.

Harry hadn't registered Ruth's gaze and distant musings. A man of fewer words these last few weeks he simply gave the team a satisfied nod and paced off. The team was left to interpret it as 'Good Job, Well done,' and they began to disperse and filter back to their stations.

There was something different Ruth thought with worrying alarm. Something changed in Harry, he seemed ghostly. She could see him, hear his words but there was something distinctly tangible that was missing from his presence. She even preferred the fighting between them, at least then there was passion there, opposed to this, the static floating in polite, professional, no-man's land.

…tbc