Red & White

thirty six.

Guys i'm really sorry, i was more than halfway finished this chapter when it just deleted it entirely so i'm sorry for the lateness and how shitty it may be. ughhh

btw I realize there's no gif now but I'll add one tomorrow..unless you're reading this after..then just enjoy harold.

She was confined to the dungeon for two more days with no word from Harry.

Her mind, body, and soul were all taking a tole on the affects of being trapped. The girl's head ached a dull pain that pleaded for her to sleep some more. Her heart physically hurt. Her stomach felt as it was shriveling inside her, begging for more nutritional food.

Leah could barely make it any longer. She rarely moved an inch. She was even too weak to cry. Missing her family and Harry was no longer on her mind; it was all about survival.

He promised. He promised me he'd bring me home. Please, Harry, I can't hold on much longer...

*****

"Harry! Pay attention, would ye?" a general loudly shouted at the Prince, signalling that he was almost struck.

The Prince glanced around at the war scene below him from his stance on top of a mountain's drop-off. He saw blood smeared on the cold souls lying face down on the damp, grassy land. He heard the ear-splitting cannons bursting from both sides of the war. They flung faster than the speed of sound.

Harry's dull, tired, green eyes focused on one particular soldier defending his country down below on the war-front. The soldier's spear was armed and ready, and his uniform swayed in the wind. He ran with war in his eyes at a Welsh soldier. Prince Harry watched the man's destination stop short when a bullet coursed through his flesh. He fell to the ground in a thump that was almost audible to the Prince from his safe position above.

What am I doing? he asked himself as he looked at the blood pour from the soldier's stomach. My men are risking their lives and I am not serving any help.

Harry snatched his rifle from behind his back and loaded it with a small bullet. The weapon was locked and hoisted up towards his shoulder.

He figured he might as well fight back.

His lean fingers grasped the trigger and his eyes squinted in order to signal out one unfortunate Welsh soldier. A black-haired man caught his attention. In an instant the trigger was squeezed and with that came a bullet whipping through the air. It struck him within a few seconds, directly under the heart.

"I'm sorry," the Prince quietly mumbled, indirectly speaking to the man's family that would never seen their relative again.

*****

Harry had one morning to accomplish the task he set himself when he kissed Leah days ago. His idea would play into action soon.

Louis woke him up at the break of dawn. It was integral that he was out in the village square during the period of time the townspeople deemed it safe to be out and about, selling their goods. That's when he would have everyone's attention. The kingdom had to know.

"Are you sure about this?" the valet asked him as he shrugged on a light coat lined with animal fur.

"This is my only way of coming clean and getting her back."

While the servants, maids, and butlers bustled around the corridors in the early morning hours, preparing the house for the day before the King and Queen woke up, Prince Harry and Louis trailed down the marbled steps. They reached the main foyer and requested the guards positioned at the front entrance to open them.