The Sovereign and The Sorcerer (Larry Stylinson - L.S.)

Chapter 11

Lady Bernice was reprimanded for her overlook, for causing such elongated pain to the Queen. Lord Frederick had stood ashamed by her side, a deep sorrow on his features at his wife's honest mistake.

Louis hated to bear witness to that, but he had to be present to explain them what had happened. More than that, he had hated the strictness in Harry's voice. The woman was clearly devastated, her face shattered in a million pieces, and the Prince had been relentless in his approach.

When they had left, Louis had turned to the Prince, finding a stoic mask staring back at him.

"Was that really a pretence on the ship, then?" He gritted out, "Are you really so cold-hearted?"

"It's my mother who is on a deathbed because of that woman, you defending her makes me question your loyalty," Harry snapped back.

"A day ago you told me you trusted me, and now you're questioning the very foundation of it."

"How can I trust you when those who I have known since my childhood have done this to my mother?"

"Because I was the one who saw you for you!" He stalked closer to the Prince, pointing a finger to his chest, "Or was that a lie as well?"

Harry gripped his wrist, his hard stare melting at Louis' wince as he gentled his hold, "It wasn't a lie, I haven't lied to you, you know that."

He gulped and nodded, bringing his hand up to cradle Harry's face, "You aren't ruthless. What's troubling you?"

Harry leaned into his touch, placing a hand at his waist to inch him closer, "You haven't known me that long, Louis. This was me showing kindness to her, I would have put anyone else behind the bars. She is only free upon your insistence and Lord Frederick's friendship with my father."

"You were ruthless to me last night, weren't you? And right now, when you questioned my loyalty."

Harry clenched his eyes, regret in his words, "A grave mistake on my behalf. I offended you when I was angered by someone else." The Prince pressed their foreheads together, whispering, "Could you find it in you to forgive me?"

"Would you try to hurt me again?"

"No, I promise."

"You break that promise to me, and the result won't be appreciated on your part."

"I will keep that in mind," finally, Harry cracked a smile, hand curling around Louis' waist.

"What do you think you are doing?" He raised his eyebrows, pushing the Prince gently away. "Make up your mind about what you see in your future and then act. Alphas who try to take whatever their heart desires aren't much liked."

"You say it as if our secondary nature decides what we want, without factoring in the primary one."

"Well, my primary and secondary nature both know what they want. Do yours?" He challenged.

The Prince relented, nodding, "I have some thinking to do."

Louis left with a lighter heart than when he had arrived. He paused as he exited the court room, certain he had seen someone watching them, disappearing at the end of the hallway before Louis could catch a glimpse of them.

It would be futile to follow, whoever they were they had surely fled by now.

He followed his original route, walking to Queen Anne's room. Miriam had given her the potions Louis had brewed early in the morning.

He spent the day teaching Nadia how to administer fluids to flush the body of toxins.

He taught Miriam how to brew basic potions, one which didn't require any magic. Showed her which potion the Queen would need at what times.

The Queen woke up delirious as the sun began to settle, giving a confused look to him.

"I haven't started to lose my memory as well, have I?" She spoke groggily, smiling at her humour.

Louis couldn't help but laugh, "No, Your Majesty. I'm Sorcerer Louis, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Oh, yes, yes. They told me about a Sorcerer with healing abilities, I never believed them. My goodness, you are young," she chuckled, gasping as it turned into a fit of cough.

He quickly pressed a glass of water to her lips, running two fingers down her chest to help her breathe easily.

Her eyes widened as she took in a deep breath, "Thank you."

He nodded, "You must not strain yourself, Your Majesty."

"Call me Anne, dear. We have a long road ahead and the titles are unnecessary, there is nothing majestic about me."

"I would argue your eyes are quite beautiful."

"Then you must have a kind heart," she smiled, her smile a mirror of Harry's.

He turned to Miriam, gesturing to bring her supper. "Now, you must eat everything that is on your plate, it is not much to begin with."

She eyed the food with a grimace but nodded, "I have trouble keeping it down."

"We have to start somewhere," he encouraged, "And food is easy."

"Quite bossy for someone so young," she remarked lightly, her tone merely teasing.

"Are you trying to ask for my age, dear Anne?"

"I might be, dear Louis,' she admitted with a suppressed grin.

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not young. Twenty-six," he mumbled.

"My Harry is Twenty-eight, I consider that young," she shrugged.

Louis shook his head at her unsubtle meddling, "Please concentrate on your food, Your Majesty."

"Fine, alright, I won't say anything," she relented, and turned to look at Miriam before turning back to him, "You won't let me have my wine, would you?"

"No."

"Would you tell me what's wrong with me?" She asked in a small voice, helpless.

He took her hand in his, letting his power flow to soothe her, "Once you finish your dinner."

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