The Lioness Prince (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction.)

Chapter 22 ~Breaking Out~

-Author's Point of View-

[In the dungeon]

Felix turns to his friend and quickly nods his agreement. "We do need to get him out. He doesn't deserve whatever he's sentenced for."

Stan's eyes are wide as he speaks. "Guards? Disguised assassins? What are we going through? 'Protocol execute anyone who seems dangerous to the king'?!" He ruffles his hair to set some nerves back into place and immediately begins to walk in the direction that the two kings had just come from.

"This kingdom doesn't seem like a constitutional monarchy anymore," Felix then confesses as he hurries to follow after his quick-paced friend.

"Feels more like an absolute government to me," Stan says with a hurt tone, and Felix hums in agreement.

They continue to swiftly walk down the bedrock hall and wince whenever they hear the jingling and groaning of long-term prisoners within their cells. Why they decided to keep dangerous criminals below their feet, we will never know. But what Stan did know, was that they need to get Richard out and set him free before they kill him without a fair trial.

-Harry's Point of View-

"If peace and order is to be kept, precautions must be made and enforced," my brother speaks towards a large portion of the servants. Most of them are our most trusted men, like Niall and Ed, and, to a certain extent, Brian. Although he is still under watch because of his past doings, Zayn trusts him enough to consider him an advisor.

We are standing in the large commons area; the servants facing towards us in an orderly fashion, and their backs towards the large doors that is the main entrance to this castle. There are about three hundred of them, so keeping our voices clear and unbroken is a must if we are to have them remain silent without any interruptions. The other seven-hundred servants are busy setting up the ceremony for my darling little princess.

"Louis is to be protected at all costs," Zayn then says, and the toughest men of the entire group begins to flex their arms and straighten their backs. It would seem that they had just returned from battle if it wasn't for their neat black tuxedos and white gloves.

A hand shoots up from the crowd, and Zayn glares towards the inquirer and nods.

"So are the rumors true?" He calls out, and I then take a step forward and tie my hands together behind my back.

"Whatever rumors you have heard of are, to a certain extent, true, yes."

Another hand shoots up, and I give permission for him to speak.

"So is it then true that Your Majesties ruthlessly attacked this unknown man without first arresting him into custody and questioning him later?"

We both tense and shoot fast glances towards one another before my brother clears his throat and raises a powerful hand. "I do confess to what is accused of me. My brother and I did harm this man without putting him through a trial." A large portion of the crowd began to stir and mumble profanities towards us. "But, the situation in which we were in called for immediate action."

"Blasphemy!"

"Lies!"

My hands slowly clenches into fists, and my jaw tightens.

"How bad would it really have to be in order to critically wound an innocent man?!"

The crowd grows louder with insults and cries of blame until it is unbearable for the both of us to handle.

"Enough!" Zayn then yowls across the commons area, and the room slowly silences once more. My older brother takes a strong step forward and glares at anyone who dares to break the tense silence. Small hushed murmur still travel throughout the crowd, but at least it is quieter than before.