Red & White

thirty three.

This was a nightmare.

Harry was unable to stop them. He watched her lifeless head bob up and down as the two soldiers dragged her away.

The second he saw her, the Prince had dashed forward, but a bystanding butler held him back before he would do something fatal.

Harry screamed at them, cussing and shouting obscurities in an attempt to stop them and get the butler off of him. He pushed and shoved, but the man would not budge.

"Get the fuck off me!" Prince Harry seethed, his face flushed red in anger. He kept a close eye on Leah as the soldiers brought her down the long corridor. "Let her go!"

He had a nightmare before, that was extremely close to what was happening. Harry had been restrained while Leah was captured by his guards. In the dream, she was awake, however, and was bawling her pretty eyes out. This was worse. She was unconscious. He worried so much for her.

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. You mustn't get in any trouble," the butler, who seemed around his age, muttered in pain as the Prince struggled in his arms.

"I am ordering you to let me go right now or so help me, God, I will be damned if you are not fired immediately," Harry threatened.

The butler obeyed, releasing his grip. The Prince hastily twisted back around to find the corridor empty. His eyes widened in alarm.

His legs broke into a sprint, dashing down in the direction the soldiers and Leah went. He raced up the stairwell that connected the servant's living quarters to the rest of the castle.

Where did she get to?

He jumped up every step in record timing, never missing a beat. Harry glanced side to side in a rush to find them. He can't lose her. Not now, not ever.

No one was anywhere in sight. It was deathly silent, and that scared him. He waited in hopes to hear the thud of the soldier's boots, but there was nothing. It looked as if not a single soul had traced this pathway in ages, but he was positive they went this way.

They can't take her away from me..

A body suddenly collided into his own, knocking the Prince over. Before his clenched eyes opened, he prayed that it was his girl, who somehow escaped the soldiers' grasp. But no. It was Louis.

"Mate! I just saw Leah knocked out with fucking soldiers dragging her!" he exclaimed in a short breath, gripping on to his friend's shoulders.

Harry felt tears drip down his cheeks. Every second passing by, the longer she was away from him.

"Tell me where you saw them go, I have to save her!" Harry managed to say through tears and gritted teeth. He refused to cry. It showed weakness. He had to be strong right now and get his girl.

Prince Harry angrily smeared away the stray tears.

Louis pointed down one way. "That way. What the hell is going on, Harry?"

"They found her. They're taking Leah away and I have no fucking idea where."

The valet nervously looked down to his feet, sucking on his bottom lip with no reply. Harry noticed.

"Louis.."

"S'nothing."

The Prince roughly slammed Louis against the opposite wall, a loud echo filling the halls.

"Tell me!" he bellowed, fed up with the precious time ticking away.

"You're not gonna like it," the valet winced, "but I overheard one of them -the redhead- saying they're taking her to the Wales dungeon so that she's not a distraction to you during the war.."