When Harry and Jamie returned from their walk, they could see the preparation of their horses for the trip they had tomorrow. Edward grunted but then greeted the guards and the helpers.
"I see that you don't want to go to this tournament." One of the guards smiled.
"I'm not particularly excited, no," Harry replied.
"He just knows that he'd lose," Sophia budded in.
"Shut up," Harry frowned, " I wouldn't lose. I'm just not interested in vain competition."
"Excuses, excuses." She said with a big grin. Harry rolled his eyes.
"I'll see you later." He said before walking back inside.
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The next day, Harry woke up to Sophia sitting next to him on the bed. Harry let out a loud grunt and covered his face with a pillow.
"Well, good morning to you too." Sophia rolled her eyes. Harry threw the pillow down and sat up, his curls were tangled and covered the boy's face. His face was formed in a frown, eyebrows pulled together, and his bottom lip slightly stuck out. His eyes were droopy, his oily skin shining a little as the light bounced off his face.
"Why?" He asked in his deep, gravelly morning voice.
"Because, my prince," She started with a smile but got cut off by Harry grunting again.
"The tournaments...." he frowned.
"I see you are elevated about them."
This time Harry just huffed and pointed towards the door as a clue for Sophia to leave.
"Take a bath, will you?" She rolled her eyes but got the hint and left the room.
After a few minutes, Harry was ready to leave. On his way out, he met Jamie again.
"Maybe you'd meet a beautiful princess." Harry only rolled his eyes at that.
"Maybe you'd meet a handsome pray yourself. You can drain their blood instead."
"Hilarious." Sophia huffed.
"I know, I am, Sophia."
"well, your father hates it when we are late for breakfast so, I'd rather you hurry up."
"My father has never really had breakfast with me. He hasn't had any meal with me ever, for that matter. Except for those dreadful meeting."
"And you'll be late."
"I don't understand the need for this."
"Of course you don't. You didn't know that your mother was back the last time either."
"Mother's back?" He suddenly jumped in excitement.
"You want to get something to eat now? I'm starving."
"You always are..." He said before they started to walk again.
They greeted a few people on the way before finally stopping in front of a big, brown door with designs on it. They proceeded to open the door, revealing a long table with tons of food covering it and two people sitting on the other side, the king at the end of the table and the queen in the one beside him. Harry immediately paced towards the queen as she got up herself to wrap her hands around her son. It seemed to have last forever before both of them pulled back, their arms still on each other.
"Mum!" Harry smiled bright, revealing his bunny teeth and his dimples.
"Nice to see you too, Harry," She said, smiling just as bright. She wore a long grey and white gown, which matched perfectly with her silver crown with pearls at the ends. Her dark brown eyes looking Harry up and down. "You are so grown up! You are taller than me! I hate that I missed it."
