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

Chapter 19

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______________________________________Nadia passed out eventually. Louis supposed it was the shock that was still keeping him conscious or he too would have fainted by now.

He had no measure of time, no windows to get an idea.

His throat was raw from humming the lullaby on a parched throat but he didn't stop, afraid that his body would give away if he did.

All he felt was numb, there was anger and hurt and betrayal somewhere at the back of his head, but at the forefront it was a cloud of nothingness, something he was rapidly tipping close to.

His head snapped to the right, two sets of feet rushing close.

"Louis! Louis!" It was Princess Gemma, a lantern in her hands, illuminating the cells,  "God, Louis, I'm so sorry."

She believed him to be innocent.

A surge of adrenaline hit him, he dragged himself close to the iron bars.

"My brother wouldn't listen to anyone but Lord Frederick, but I know you're innocent, I know it and he wouldn't listen to me."

He noticed Liam beside her, his eyes full of guilt.

"How is she?" He croaked.

"Alive, barely," Gemma sobbed.

"Who's caring for her?"

"Lord Frederick."

"No, no, you have to get him away. He is going to kill her, Gemma," he forced his words. "You need to get him proof."

"Harry wouldn't believe me, he thinks you did this to her. He won't even consider anything else."

"The King," he said, "He still holds the power, it will be his decision over Harry's. You would need proof to get him to act as well. Frederick must be poisoning her food so no one in the Capital could trace it other than me, but if he is here in the castle, then someone is brewing it for him outside. Go to his house, take the King with you, he has to see it with his own eyes to believe. Frederick's sister would be there, she knows how to make poison. Go."

"Louis, you- you're bleeding so m-"

"Go, Gemma! You don't have time for this. Save your mother," he gritted out, slumping against the bars as she nodded and left.

"Louis," Liam stepped closer, crouching to his level, "I will send someone over, you don't look so good."

He scoffed, "No one will help me until I'm proven innocent, Liam. I'm a fugitive as of now. You should help Gemma."

He dragged himself back, leaning close to Nadia. He prayed to all the powers that Gemma wouldn't be too late, that this nightmare would end before he, Nadia, or the Queen died.

His body was finally registering the heavy blood loss, the poisoned wound on his leg, the iron spikes in his arms that had blood crusting over them.

Hold on, Nadia. He prayed and then let his body fall into the void calling to him.

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