The Queen's Court *ON HOLD FOR EDITING*
At The Pub
*Sir Zayn POV*
Harry and I lounged at the pub after a long day of jousting. I sipped at my beer and watched the wide-hipped woman tending us today.
She was stunning, but also held an air of desperation. She couldn't hold a candle to my Toni Rose.
"Ai man! The females in this kingdom! Half of them belong in the harlot house!" I chuckled, as she walked away.
"Ai! And the half that aren't whore's live to high up in the social spectrum to give a damn about us! They're out there chasing princes." He grumbled. I looked over at him, but his face gave nothing away.
I decided that this was probably a good segway into the whole "Veronica" issue.
"Mhmm. You speak truth. Like that maiden Veronica! I wonder what tricks she showed the prince to win him over!"
I watched as Harry white knuckled his sword lying on the table.
"Nay. I doubt that young one had much need for tricks." He frowned.
"Ai. You're probably right. She is a bit of a fox!" I let out a low whistle and bit my lip. Harry gave a cold laugh and downed the rest of his ale.
"But I haven't got eyes for her. I have a lady." I said, reassuring Harry I wasn't after his claim. He relaxed and sent me a sly smile.
"Ai! The same that leaves marks upon your neck! Don't think I haven't noticed!" He laughed. I felt my face grow hot and I pulled my shirt collar up to my chin.
"That's enough on me now! What about you? With almost every woman in the kingdom dying to show you their prize jewels, I'm sure you don't have a problem choosing someone." I studied him closely. Harry groaned and threw his head back.
"Ai! There is this one. A small ball of bad ass! I met her only last week mate. Yet something about her...ughhh! Can't even describe it."
I did my best to hide the smile trying to spread across my face.
"Oi. Why have you not gone for it yet then?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"She's a lady, I a knight. She might not like me back. And then there is the itsy bitsy problem of her being engaged." The bartendress brought him back another pot of ale and he chugged it.
"Well if she be engaged to a simple duke, perhaps you could save enough to give a higher dowry than he."
"Ai. If only he was a simple duke and not the prince Jefferson!!" Harry grimaced, slamming his cup on the table. I pretended to be shocked. "
Ahh me! You can't be talking of the lady Veronica?!"
"Ai. The same. The same." He shrugged me off and walked out of the pub. I inwardly smiled before chasing after him.
Mission accomplished.
Harry and I lounged at the pub after a long day of jousting. I sipped at my beer and watched the wide-hipped woman tending us today.
She was stunning, but also held an air of desperation. She couldn't hold a candle to my Toni Rose.
"Ai man! The females in this kingdom! Half of them belong in the harlot house!" I chuckled, as she walked away.
"Ai! And the half that aren't whore's live to high up in the social spectrum to give a damn about us! They're out there chasing princes." He grumbled. I looked over at him, but his face gave nothing away.
I decided that this was probably a good segway into the whole "Veronica" issue.
"Mhmm. You speak truth. Like that maiden Veronica! I wonder what tricks she showed the prince to win him over!"
I watched as Harry white knuckled his sword lying on the table.
"Nay. I doubt that young one had much need for tricks." He frowned.
"Ai. You're probably right. She is a bit of a fox!" I let out a low whistle and bit my lip. Harry gave a cold laugh and downed the rest of his ale.
"But I haven't got eyes for her. I have a lady." I said, reassuring Harry I wasn't after his claim. He relaxed and sent me a sly smile.
"Ai! The same that leaves marks upon your neck! Don't think I haven't noticed!" He laughed. I felt my face grow hot and I pulled my shirt collar up to my chin.
"That's enough on me now! What about you? With almost every woman in the kingdom dying to show you their prize jewels, I'm sure you don't have a problem choosing someone." I studied him closely. Harry groaned and threw his head back.
"Ai! There is this one. A small ball of bad ass! I met her only last week mate. Yet something about her...ughhh! Can't even describe it."
I did my best to hide the smile trying to spread across my face.
"Oi. Why have you not gone for it yet then?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.
"She's a lady, I a knight. She might not like me back. And then there is the itsy bitsy problem of her being engaged." The bartendress brought him back another pot of ale and he chugged it.
"Well if she be engaged to a simple duke, perhaps you could save enough to give a higher dowry than he."
"Ai. If only he was a simple duke and not the prince Jefferson!!" Harry grimaced, slamming his cup on the table. I pretended to be shocked. "
Ahh me! You can't be talking of the lady Veronica?!"
"Ai. The same. The same." He shrugged me off and walked out of the pub. I inwardly smiled before chasing after him.
Mission accomplished.
Notes
Super short, I know. But I wanted to get into the Harry/Zayn freindship dynamic and also introduce Zayn a bit more. Is it weird that I'm including him in my fanfic?Lemme stop posting for today. I'm probably blowing up inboxes.
Ciao for now,
Denim °°°°°
Hey!!
So, sorry I kind of "abandoned" you with this story. If you get tired of it feel free to just re-add me as author. I didn't mean to just dump it and flee lol And if you need any brainstorming or editing help, I would be more than happy to assist :)
-Denim xxoo
2/8/16