On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 1

He was here. Again. Hiding in the shadows. But Harry didn't have to see him, to know that he was here. He could feel his presence. Whenever he arrived, the room would turn cold, until his touch inflamed him.

Harry felt the other side of the mattress sink. He was getting into his bed.

No!

He lay still. He could neither speak nor move. his body, his breathing, his heartbeat, everything still. His ears strained, his mind conscious of his every move.

Suddenly, cold fingertips brushed his arm. Harry recoiled inside in distaste. He wanted to move away from him, but he couldn't. His body refused to listen.

As his icy fingers trailed down Harry's arm, Harry shut his eyes tightly, praying for this nightmare to end. It didn't go well with the stranger in his bed. Suddenly the stranger grabbed Harry harshly and turned him around so he was lying on his back. The Stranger loomed over him.

"Open your eyes." He commanded.

Harry's eyes fluttered open, only to find himself looking into a pair of flaming Golden-ones. They were magnetic and glistening in the dark. It wasn't the first time he had seen them. The stranger had been here many nights before, disturbing Harry to no end.

At first, he would only watch him from a distance. Not because he wanted to, but it felt as though there was a barrier between them, keeping the Golden-eye stranger getting close to him. But slowly he broke through the barrier, and that's when he began to see him, and when he began to whisper things in his ear. Things he would forget as soon as he woke up, together with his face. But those eyes he could never forget. After all, they were one of a kind.

His hair fell over Harry's face as he leaned closer. Wait! What was he about to do?

"Kiss you." He smirked.

No! No!

As his lips came closer Harry opened his mouth. He was screaming, but no sound was being heard.

No! Stop!

"Stop!!" Harry's voice echoed in the entire room while his eye's shot open. His hand flew to his throat as he sat up. Thank you, Lord, he thought. His voice came back.

A moment later his two personal guards barged into his room, almost breaking the door. They quickly looked around for any threat before looking at him.

"Your Highness, are you all right?"

"Yes, I am fine." Harry assured them,  "You may leave."

They took one last look before leaving the room.

Harry put his hand on his chest. His heart was pounding so hard. He dreamed of him again.

Why?!

This was getting strange and scary.

The first few times Harry had been scared, but he would forget his fear soon since he couldn't remember anything from the dream except those flaming Golden eyes. But the more he dreamed of him, the more he could remember, and now he remembered everything once he woke up. he could even feel his touch on his skin. As if the stranger had been in his bed for real.

Harry was getting concerned. He uses to disregard his fear with the explanation that it was just a stupid dream, a disastrous nightmare but now things were different. For every night the stranger comes, he was getting closer and closer to Harry and that scared him.

After getting dressed with the help of his two handmaidens, Harry made his way to the great garden. Every morning he would have breakfast with his parents there. When he arrived, his mother was already seated at the table, sipping tea from a small cup.

"Good morning, mother." Harry greeted.

"Good morning." His mother smiled as she looked up from her cup of tea.

As Harry got seated, he could feel his mother watching him closely. Here comes the scolding again, he thought to himself. What has he done wrong this time?

"Is everything all right?"

"Huh?" Harry got thrown off by the questions as he had been expecting a scolding.

"It looks like you are not getting much sleep." His mother commented.

Well, when a stranger gets into your bed at night, there isn't much sleeping to be done. Not that he could tell his mother. That would be scandalous.

A maiden. Having a stranger in her bed. It would create havoc but Harry didn't have to worry about that since this stranger was nonexistent.

"I am fine mother," Harry assured.

He could see that his mother wasn't convinced, but Harry didn't want to explain by lying.

"How is the selection going for you? Is there someone you like yet?"

Oh, no. This was the last thing Harry wanted to talk about. Since he turned seventeen, and now he was almost nineteen, everyone was waiting for him to get married. The entire kingdom was waiting as if it was their wedding.

Harry could understand. It was a political thing. Since Harry didn't want to take over the throne and be the king himself as he was more on the feminine side than the masculine. His parents suggested that maybe the person Harry chose to marry will be the king of Decresh. So, they stick to that his husband would be the future king of Decresh.

Harry couldn't imagine any other man on the throne except for his father. He was a great ruler, loved by the people, yet feared.

"No, mother. There is nothing to like about those men." Harry said with distaste.

They were powerful men, either very rich or royalties. But the only reason they came to ask for his hand was the throne. They wanted more power, and the way to gain it was through him. He hated that they looked at him as a tool to gain more power. Harry didn't want that kind of husband.

"Those men?" His mother raised a brow questioningly.

"Yes. Those men are only looking for power. That is not what I am looking for."

"Then what are you looking for?" His mother asked, tilting her head to one side and listening curiously.

Harry grabbed an apple from the table. "I want what you and father have," he replied before taking a bite.

"And I hope you find it. But things won't come to you, so you have to keep meeting these men. Hopefully, you will find someone you like."

"But mother, please. I don't want to do this anymore." Harry pleaded.

"Then how do you intend to find a man?"

"Maybe I can find him if you let me go out."

His mother shook her head. "Harry we spoke about this many…"

"I know, I know. It's dangerous and all." Harry cut off. "But nobody will recognize me. I can dress like other people and blend in."

His mother shook her head again. "You know what. Speak to your father about it."

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Second fantasy book. I don't know how you guys are going to act about but I hope you like it.

I wanna confess that it's not my work I just edited it and published it. I don't want any credit from the book. I just feel like that this was amazing so I thought about helping. You can hate on me but don't hate on the book. Something as precious as a newborn baby.

And yeah this book will have fast update, unlike my other book.

-Apple.

17, August 2021.