sword ◦ larry stylinson

VIII

        eighth chapter

        “Good morning, Your Highness.” Niall grinned as he undrawn the curtain and lets the sun in, disturbing Louis from his slumber.

        Louis rolled over in response, tugging one of his pillows and burying his face on it, “Leave me be.”

        “You have to be in the chapel in thirty minutes.” Niall reminded as he crossed his arms, “I already woke you up an hour ago but you didn’t wake up so I gave you the hour to sleep again. Now, you have to wake up.”

        “Curse you.” Louis groaned loud and clear but he pushed himself up, discarding the pillows surrounding him on the polished floor. Niall huffed, picking them back up as the prince stood and went over to his closet. His outfit was already prepared; neat and ironed.

        Church wasn’t a bad thing, but it was compulsory especially for all the royalties. Everyone needed to be at church from the highest positions, and to the lowest, although their mass started at different times. As Louis was done arranging himself, he went downstairs for his breakfast. The sun was already bright up in the sky and Louis felt even more tired.

        Last night, the Wunderburgs stayed a little bit longer after the afternoon. They had dinner with Louis and his family, happily chattering. The parents were giddy, of course, but Louis noticed that his Mum would only nod and chuckle at remarks made. It was okay, Louis was exactly the same.

        As for Eleanor, she was having a good time, or at least that’s what the prince thought. She was sat beside the girls, in between Charlotte and Felicite. They were talking about some things Louis didn’t understand, nor didn’t he care about. He was only relieved that his father didn’t go far to actually invite them to stay in for the night, thankfully.

        The prince and his family occupied the front seats of the chapel while the lords occupy the rest in their own formal clothing and sophisticated glory. After the mass, they all exited the chapel and went on with their duties so the other people in the castle can have their own mass.

        Louis sighs, running a hand through his hair as he walks back to the castle alone to change out of his clothes. He has nothing planned today except for his classes with Zayn and Liam, but both wouldn’t be until after lunch, and it’s only eight in the morning.

        Without Niall beside him, his mind struck a thought. He didn’t change out of his clothing, only grabbed his coat and some money before setting off. His mother was out in the garden, pointing to some plants which probably had something wrong with them. He walked over and bid her goodbye, keeping the truth from her which confused her, but didn’t question further.

        Walking off to the stables to get Gervase, he passed by the sword smiths’ hut, and a few of them were out, shoveling coals into sacks before carrying them inside. There was no sign of Harry, and Louis didn’t know why he suddenly thought of that. He shook his head before continuing to get his horse out.

        Being out of the castle felt good because, despite the amount of people staying in the castle, it was good to see other people’s faces. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but he did. He didn’t go out with any guards, simply batting them off to pass the large gates of the castle. People recognized him, of course. Who wouldn’t? He’s one of the most handsome princes in all of history with his charm and different demeanor.

        Louis used to go out of the castle sometimes with either his father or mother when he was young, but he’s now an adult. And adults didn’t really waltz around town with their arms link with their parents anymore. He’s had friends outside, but it was like, ten or fifteen years ago. He didn’t know if those friends of him still remember him because he very rarely go out of the castle because of some matters.