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

Chapter 25

A ball was being held to celebrate the Queen's recovery, Louis was to be honoured as the Maester of the kingdom. He knew it was Harry's doing as much as it was the wish of the other Sovereigns.

Being the Maester, Louis could live anywhere he wanted in the whole kingdom, there would be nothing binding him to the Palace or the Capital. No one could question him for anything, his position would be equal to the Sovereigns.

Harry hadn't come asking for his answer, had put no pressure on Louis. He was granting Louis complete freedom and control of his life. Louis could leave the very next day and no one would stop him.

The tailor that had come to take his measurements had insisted on the most lavish of fabrics, wincing whenever Louis pointed to a design that was unacceptable. He knew the man was the Prince's personal tailor, and was subtly trying to direct Louis in matching his outfit to the Prince's.

At the end he had told him to make the most extraordinary attire, watching the mirth burst on his face.

The ball was to be held under the most extreme supervision. It was the crown's duty to celebrate the Queen but also assure nothing terrible happened. Strict measures had been provided for the safety of each Sovereign and the Sorcerer.

It was hilarious, Louis thought, how haggard Liam looked, trying to station all the guards and demanding their complete attention. Being Chief War General would turn his hair grey soon, poor Liam.

He smiled at the man and continued on his way, huffing as the guard tailing him advised to stay inside the Palace until the festivities were over. The protection was over-bearing but the guard was merely doing his duty.

He didn't plan on leaving the castle, not that day, nor later. He had his answer. He had known it for days now, but he had asked for time till the Queen had returned to health, and he wanted to make Harry wait.

Stopping at the door, Louis rapped his knuckles, waiting to be invited in.

"Louis," the Prince addressed him with a startled expression, motioning for his squire to leave them alone.

The young boy bowed to him, his eyes wide in awe and Louis smiled in return.

"How may I help you?" Harry asked, stepping away from the mirror, his tie hanging open.

Louis walked over to him, carefully holding the tie in his fingers and knotting it elegantly. It settled perfectly against the collar.

"Thank you," Harry breathed, brushing his fingers where Louis had just touched.

"I was wondering," Louis spoke, "If you would escort me to the ball?"

"I would be honoured," was Harry's instant reply, both of them laughing lightly.

He looked down, pulling something out of his pocket, "I was also hoping you would accept my gift."

Harry held the gypsophila gently in his hands, "Louis, I-"

He leaned up to press his lips lightly against the Prince's, "I forgive you."

Harry fell to his knees, arms holding him tight, face buried into his stomach. "Thank you," he spoke reverently, almost worshipful.

Louis tilted his face, shaking his head when he saw tears birthing at the Prince's eye, he followed him to the ground, pulling him into an embrace.

"Equal grounds, my Prince," he reminded.

"My purpose is to love and worship you, I don't ever again want to forget that."

Louis kissed him deeply, aching with the misery of these past weeks. Oh, how he had ached. Watching the agony on the Prince's face had cut his heart over and over, the pain he knew Harry was feeling as well, the longing he felt each moment spent apart from his alpha.

"Don't ever make a fool out of me for trusting you again," he pleaded.

"I would rather die," the Prince promised, eyes glassy and honest. "Will you stay then?"

"Where would I go? My home is wherever you are, my alpha."

"Thank you, thank you," Harry murmured by his lips, kissing him over and over again.

"You will wrinkle your clothes," he laughed as Harry pressed him on his back to kiss him properly.

"I'll have my squire iron them."

"Have some decency, Your Royal Highness," he chided, "Your squire is waiting right outside."

Harry smiled, offering his hand to help Louis to his feet, "I've missed you terribly, my darling."

"You won't ever get the chance to miss me after tonight."

"Then I'll consider myself the luckiest man."

"Such a gentleman," Louis blushed, trying to straighten the Prince's clothes. "I'll save you a dance."

"You're not leaving my side tonight, my love."

"Wouldn't have dreamt of it," he pressed one last kiss to Harry's lips and left for his rooms, shivering as he heard the Prince's wanting growl.

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