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The weight of a sigh leaves Harry's chest as his hand run through Vulcan's mane and the other cradles his belly

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The weight of a sigh leaves Harry's chest as his hand run through Vulcan's mane and the other cradles his belly. He presses a gentle kiss against the ebony beast's hoarse skin before walking away, following his solicitous alpha inside the manor. Louis seems to be in a fix, his eyes focused on the royal scroll with a concentration between his brows, the servants voiceless in the wake of the alpha's intimidating scent, a hint of spice flowing in the air.

"My Prince?" Harry all but whispers, vacillating hands grasping the thickness of Louis' coat. The courtroom is awfully mum, burning candles and ancients, rusting books witnessing the pair. Louis continues to read, his eyes having no signs of emotions. "What is bothering you?"

"It's the Queen," the alpha gulps, the definitions on his face due to the dim light adding a sense of seriousness. Harry nods timidly, too daunted by the mere mention of his mother-by-law's name. "The word of your expectancy has reached her," he inches closer to Harry, taking Harry's hand in his. "She isn't elated by our choice of secrecy."

"Forgive me, but I recall having told you to write to her." Louis' head hangs with the weight of shame, the alpha's hair dishevelled and shoulders missing their usual crisp posture. Louis' hand comes up to rub his forehead, eyes shut with what Harry thinks is utter pique.

"It's just — her involvement was the furthest thing I wanted. She's," he breathes, many words resting on his tongue but his trembling lilt enough for Harry to not push those out of Louis. "She isn't a saint, far from it, and I do not wish for her presence, or even views, to be around the air that you breathe." His arms snake around Harry's waist as the words mix with the air, eyes defeated and head low. "Want you safe."

"I am safe." Harry pushes him away, only to cup the alpha's face in his comparatively larger hands. A groan rips out of Louis, as if a quarrel of thoughts are storming under his skin, too many things he isn't telling Harry. "You're here with me, I couldn't be more protected." He tries again, words mumbled against Louis' forehead as Harry presses a soft kiss.

"I am aware," Louis breathes against Harry's neck, his skin afire with the alpha's hot breath. Harry wraps his arms around Louis as the alpha falls silent, simply holding onto Harry's waist and pulling him as close as they can be.

"What did she write?" Harry asks, rubbing Louis' back. Louis lets out a groan and hands the scroll over to Harry, himself facing towards the astronomical window, now exhibiting the setting sun, the sky painted in a million hues. Harry holds the crisp paper in his hands, the coarseness of the thick paper evident against his fingertips with heavy words inked on it.

Dearest William II,

I am deeply appalled to be informed about Enshire's future heir's expectancy through the mouths of another. It aches my heart to think that you did not consider sharing the joyous news with us the moment the blessing was bestowed upon you and your Omega.

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