On a Journey To Find Love. [Zarry]

Chapter 2

If there was one thing Harry could change about his life, it would be being a prince. Because of his title, he had been unable to make many friends, or meet new people, or walk around the streets freely, or meet a man and fall in love. 

Harry knew he was being ungrateful. Yes, he couldn't do all those things, but he had many good things in life that other people didn't have. 

Life was all about taking the good with the bad. "No one lives a perfect life." That's what his mother used to say. Now he wondered what his father would say about letting her go out. 

He wouldn't let him. he knew it already. Yet he would try, once again. 

As he waited in the hall for his father's meetings to end, he thought of ways to convince him. 

'Dear father, I have been suffocating…'

No, that would be too much. 

'Your Majesty, as an adult man who can take decisions for himself and be responsible for them I would like to go out. Alone.'

No, that was too formal. He needed to add more feelings so that his father would sympathize with him. 

Or, he could act like a real grownup and tell him straight that he would go out and no one would stop him. But he wasn't used to going against his father's will... He was Harry's weakness. He loved him more than anything because he knew how much his father adored him.

If it was his mother made who taught him everything then it was his father who gave him all the love in the world. 

The clicking sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, and soon after whispers followed. Harry knew it was his father coming. He would always make heads turn, cheeks flush, and hearts race whenever and wherever he appeared. 

All the females in the castle were smitten by him. Even some men. Harry couldn't blame them. He had overheard a maid once describe him as a walking temptation. That, Harry, wasn't sure of, but yes, his father was very good-looking. And he hadn't aged a bit. He still looked the same as when Harry was a child. It was the demon part, of course, which very few people knew of. 

The only people who knew about them being demons, were his father's right-hand man Lincoln, and left-hand man Julian who, by the way, was also a witch. Then there were his mother's two guardian angels, as Harry liked to call them, Callum and Oliver, who also knew about it. Harry adored these two men because they took care of him when he was a child. His mother's two handmaidens Lydia and Ylva also knew about their secret. 

When Harry was a child, his mother would trust no one to take care of her except for Lydia and Ylva. Therefore, both were very close to his heart. Harry's guards and maids knew nothing, and for that reason, she felt alone sometimes. 

"Good morning, my princess." His father smiled as he neared. Then he grabbed Harry's face between his hands and kissed his forehead, as usual. 

"Good morning, father." Harry greeted in a sad tone. If he didn't pretend to be sad how would his father allow him to leave?

A frown settled on his father's face. "What makes you sad?" He asked. 

"Father please, I would like to go out alone. Please." Harry begged. 

"But Lord Aristo is coming to meet you today." Her father reminded him. 

Lord Aristo was a very well-known and wealthy businessman. But he should stick to business and not try to become a king. 

"I don't want to meet these old men." 

His father chuckled. "I can assure you he is not old."

"Father, I never ask you for anything," because he already gave him everything before he could ask. "I just want to go out without having guards trailing behind me."

"All right then," His father sighed. Harry's heart raced in joy before he spoke again. "Then I must go with you, alone." 

The joy he felt a moment ago dissipated. "No father. That is dangerous." 

His father had too many powerful enemies. He could not leave without protection.

"No? Then how do you expect me to send you alone?"

Harry looked down at his hands. He could never win this. 

His father grabbed Harry's chin and made him look in his eyes. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to me. Now get dressed, we'll leave." 

Harry felt suddenly bad. He didn't feel like going out anymore. If anything happened to his father, it would be his fault. 

"I can't leave. I forgot. Zarin and Gina are coming here today, so I need to stay." Harry lied. 

Zarin and Gina, her only friends who also shared her secret. Yes, they were demons as well. 

Harry hated lying to his father, but he already knew from the amused look on his face. 

"All right." That was all he said. 

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In the late afternoon, Lord Aristo comes to meet him.  They took a walk-in garden while he spoke of his business, adventure, and how he become so successful.  At first, Harry listens with curiosity. He also wanted to go on an adventure and discover the world, but then slowly he became bored.

Lord Aristo only spoke about himself. He never cared to ask Harry something. What He liked or disliked if he had any skills or just anything for that matter. When they had dinner, he changed the topic to politics and tried to impress Harry with his political knowledge. Harry was relieved when the time for him to leave finally came. 

"It was a pleasure meeting you prince Harry. I hope to meet you again." He said taking Harry's hand and kissing his knuckles. 

Never again, Harry thought to himself. Harry didn't want a man as self-centered as he was. 

Once he left, Harry went to his room feeling exhausted. These men were sucking the life out of Harry. His handmaiden Kate helped him change into his nightgown, but Harry didn't feel like going to bed. The nightmare was awaiting him, and this time he was very afraid.

"Do you need anything else, Prince?" Kate asked. 

"No, thank you. You may leave."

Saying good night, Kate left her alone. 

Harry went to his bed but only sat on it. He looked at the sheets, the pillows, and the blanket. Soon he would have to share a bed with his husband. Just the thought of it sent chills down his spine. He couldn't imagine sharing a bed with a man. Especially not any of the men he met till now. 

Suddenly cold air hit his face despite the closed windows. 

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"Zarin!"