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Harry's POV
I woke up that morning with a weird sense of dread. I had no idea how true that premonition would be.
I walked down stairs as usual, in nothing but my boxers. Bad choice. Normally it's just my mom in the kitchen waiting for me. This morning I came down to find a whole slew of people waiting in the kitchen.
There was an older woman sitting with another woman a couple of years older than me, at the kitchen table. Mom was standing at the counter making tea and there were a handful of men, dressed in all black, in various positions around the room.
"Mom, what's going on?"
But it wasn't her that responded. It was the older lady at the table. "Harold, I am your grandmother and this is your half-sister Gemma."
"What?" I asked, deeply confused. As far as I knew, I was an only child and my parents had gotten divorced when I was very little. He sent presents every year, but I had never really had contact with him.
My mom spoke up. "Honey, I was going to tell you about all of this when you were 18, but then you're dad died."
Then my grandma, wow grandma, that was weird to say, added in her two cents. "This is not going to be easy to say, but I am queen of Myoria. Your father was the crown prince and Gemma was his heir and set to take the throne after him. It turns out she cannot be the heir through a series of unfortunate events. That leaves you as heir to inherit the throne when I step down."
"What the fuck?!"
"I beg your pardon?" my grandma asked.
"Your majesty, in today's slang it means something like good golly, or gee wiz, or holy cow," a man in black added from the background.
"Thank you. I know you're surprised but you have to know. You don't necessarily have to take the throne, but you will have to come to Myoria for the summer to take lessons and learn about politics before making your decision."
I couldn't take it anymore, this was way too much to process before breakfast. I ran up into my tower. Our house, used to be a fire station so I had what we called the tower, which was my space.
About ten minutes later, I realized I still had to get dressed for school. I peeked out to see if the coast is clear. I clambered down to discover a boy with the most beautiful blue eyes and a cute fringe, but I was too pissed to truly appreciate such perfection sitting on my bed.
"What are you doing here?"
"Whether you like it or not, your heritage is real. As such, you need protection. I'm Louis, the crown's head of security."
"Fine, but could you at least give me five minutes to get dressed?" He nodded an affirmative and walked out. How long was I going to survive being around my new scrumptious bodyguard? Damn it! Everything just kept getting better and better today and I wasn't sure I wanted it to...
I got dressed and grabbed my stuff and almost snuck away from Louis. I apparently have no luck because there was another similarly dressed boy with black hair, brown eyes and well-defined cheekbones. He was hot, but Louis was still hotter. The man caught me on the way out the door and spoke into his earpiece, "Louis, I think we've got a runner." He turned back to me and said, "wait right here. Louis' coming to take you to school, sir."
"But-"
"Stay put, sir," he cut me off in a strict tone.
Louis came out of the house, grabbed my elbow, and promptly escorted me to a sleek black car that hadn't been there yesterday. He opened the door and waved me into the back. He got in the front and turned around.
