Am I Really?
Chapter Twelve
The Kings' Point of View:
I had kept thinking about what my daughter had told me. Was Louis really gay? Was it some sort of imaginary thing she came up with? Were Louis and Harold in a romantic relationship?
I ordered one of my guards to send for Harold. The short man nodded, and scurried off. His eyes filled with fear, yet still trying to be feared. I chuckled to myself at the sight.
Only a few moments later, Harold was walking up to me. He was quick, which I liked.
"Harold!" I said, seeing the boy flinch. I smiled, and motioned my hand to bring him closer. He obeyed.
"How are you?" I asked.
I could see the surprise in his green eyes, but he quickly straightened up. "Just fine sir, a little tired maybe" He replied, smiling slightly. I nodded, "And why is that?"
Harold began to squirm a little.
"It's pretty hot in those sleeping quarters at times, sir. Hard to sleep" He reasoned, his low voice lowering even more.
"I suppose that's true" I admitted. He nodded, looking around the stained windows, and painted portaits of the earlier royalty.
"Sir"
A female voice said. I turned to see the old maid, Mary, who had been here since her early adult years, standing by the side entrence.
"Yes?"
"Prince Tomlinson need clothes brought up to him, shall I do the order?" She asked, twidling her old, wrinkly thumbs.
"I'll do it, sir!" Harold interrupted.
I shot him a stern glare, and smiled at Mary. "Go on, Mary, you'll do" Mary nodded, and scurried her small body off.
"Now, Harold, their is something I need to talk to you about"
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Mary's Point of View:
I questioned why Harry was so eager to bring clothes off to the prince. I had beem noticing small glances being passed between them, and Harry coming up here a lot mpre than usual.
I grabbed some clean clothes from the washroom, and hurried to the Prince's bedroom.
Once up their, I knocked on the door.
"Oh, Harry!" Louis said while swinging the door open. "Oh, uh, sorry, Mary" He corrected himself while going red in the cheeks.
"Oh, no worries Prince Tomlinson!" I smiled while setting the clothes on the bed. "What's going on between you two anyways? He was so eager when he told the king he'd bring your clothes up when I asked the king"
Prince Tomlinson froze.
"Harry's with my father?" He asked, slowly unfolding the clothes while biting his lip.
"Yes, is their a problem with that?"
"No" He gulped nervously. "How long was he down their?" I sighed, "There is a problem, and I don't know, sir. But, will you tell me what's going on?"I asked, extremely curious to know.
"I-i can't tell you Mary..""He sniffled. I frowned, "Sir, you can trust me with anything!"
Louis seemed to loosen up a bit. "Promise you will keep this a secret?" He asked.
I nodded, "Absouletly"
"Harry and I are... together...... romantically"
I gasped, "Sir... that's not good!"
Louis' eyes widened, "No, Mary! You have to keep your promise please!" He begged, his blue filling up with tears.
I nodded, "Alright, but we may need to go check on him"
//
Louis' Point of View: i
It felt wonderful to tell somebody who I could trust. I just hoped Harry was be okay with it.
If he was even okay, that is.
I practically ran to my fathers' throne with Mary. Once we got there, he was gone.
I began to panic, not sure what to do.
"Prince, it's okay, calm down, let's go check and make sure, first" Mary soothed,
I nodded, agreeing, and walked down the daek staircase to the dungeon.
----
"So, your gay for my son, correct?!" My father's voice boomed. I almost broke down crying when I heard those horrid words.
But the worst part was.. there was no answer.
I burst through the halls, checking every room for Harry. This place was like a maze!
Finally, I saw Harry.
I saw him through the window, a rope tied around his neck, luckily, he wasn't pushed off the board yet.
My father, and a few guards were with him.
I ran to the end of the hall to outside.
"Stop!" I screeched. My father turned, and Harry barely looked up, but from the little he did, I could see his face was bruised.
They beat him!
"I've heard about the rumors." I started off, straightening up my panic state. "And, they are completely and utterly false!"
I menatlly cringed at the next words I was about to say.
"I could never love a peasant"
I had kept thinking about what my daughter had told me. Was Louis really gay? Was it some sort of imaginary thing she came up with? Were Louis and Harold in a romantic relationship?
I ordered one of my guards to send for Harold. The short man nodded, and scurried off. His eyes filled with fear, yet still trying to be feared. I chuckled to myself at the sight.
Only a few moments later, Harold was walking up to me. He was quick, which I liked.
"Harold!" I said, seeing the boy flinch. I smiled, and motioned my hand to bring him closer. He obeyed.
"How are you?" I asked.
I could see the surprise in his green eyes, but he quickly straightened up. "Just fine sir, a little tired maybe" He replied, smiling slightly. I nodded, "And why is that?"
Harold began to squirm a little.
"It's pretty hot in those sleeping quarters at times, sir. Hard to sleep" He reasoned, his low voice lowering even more.
"I suppose that's true" I admitted. He nodded, looking around the stained windows, and painted portaits of the earlier royalty.
"Sir"
A female voice said. I turned to see the old maid, Mary, who had been here since her early adult years, standing by the side entrence.
"Yes?"
"Prince Tomlinson need clothes brought up to him, shall I do the order?" She asked, twidling her old, wrinkly thumbs.
"I'll do it, sir!" Harold interrupted.
I shot him a stern glare, and smiled at Mary. "Go on, Mary, you'll do" Mary nodded, and scurried her small body off.
"Now, Harold, their is something I need to talk to you about"
///
Mary's Point of View:
I questioned why Harry was so eager to bring clothes off to the prince. I had beem noticing small glances being passed between them, and Harry coming up here a lot mpre than usual.
I grabbed some clean clothes from the washroom, and hurried to the Prince's bedroom.
Once up their, I knocked on the door.
"Oh, Harry!" Louis said while swinging the door open. "Oh, uh, sorry, Mary" He corrected himself while going red in the cheeks.
"Oh, no worries Prince Tomlinson!" I smiled while setting the clothes on the bed. "What's going on between you two anyways? He was so eager when he told the king he'd bring your clothes up when I asked the king"
Prince Tomlinson froze.
"Harry's with my father?" He asked, slowly unfolding the clothes while biting his lip.
"Yes, is their a problem with that?"
"No" He gulped nervously. "How long was he down their?" I sighed, "There is a problem, and I don't know, sir. But, will you tell me what's going on?"I asked, extremely curious to know.
"I-i can't tell you Mary..""He sniffled. I frowned, "Sir, you can trust me with anything!"
Louis seemed to loosen up a bit. "Promise you will keep this a secret?" He asked.
I nodded, "Absouletly"
"Harry and I are... together...... romantically"
I gasped, "Sir... that's not good!"
Louis' eyes widened, "No, Mary! You have to keep your promise please!" He begged, his blue filling up with tears.
I nodded, "Alright, but we may need to go check on him"
//
Louis' Point of View: i
It felt wonderful to tell somebody who I could trust. I just hoped Harry was be okay with it.
If he was even okay, that is.
I practically ran to my fathers' throne with Mary. Once we got there, he was gone.
I began to panic, not sure what to do.
"Prince, it's okay, calm down, let's go check and make sure, first" Mary soothed,
I nodded, agreeing, and walked down the daek staircase to the dungeon.
----
"So, your gay for my son, correct?!" My father's voice boomed. I almost broke down crying when I heard those horrid words.
But the worst part was.. there was no answer.
I burst through the halls, checking every room for Harry. This place was like a maze!
Finally, I saw Harry.
I saw him through the window, a rope tied around his neck, luckily, he wasn't pushed off the board yet.
My father, and a few guards were with him.
I ran to the end of the hall to outside.
"Stop!" I screeched. My father turned, and Harry barely looked up, but from the little he did, I could see his face was bruised.
They beat him!
"I've heard about the rumors." I started off, straightening up my panic state. "And, they are completely and utterly false!"
I menatlly cringed at the next words I was about to say.
"I could never love a peasant"
Notes
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