In the Shadows~zayn au~Completed ✅EDITING

~Chapter 38: The Ambassador's Assurance~

Here ya go! This is technically Wednesday, so happy #ShadowWednesday! I have a special treat for you in this one... a bit more of Zayn's POV!

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The King and Queen rose, moving out of the room through a back door, followed by their guard/witness. Kalysta curtsied deeply, Zayn and Louis bowed and they stayed like that until the rulers had left the room.

Kalysta slumped a bit, feeling like she'd been drained of all her energy.

"Your clothes, Princess," Zayn sighed. "Fix your appearance and we'll talk back at the room. I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen sends someone along to get you your own quarters immediately, so we'll have to be quick."

She did as he said, removing the dress quickly and bundling it back up. Louis moved and grabbed her cap from outside, bringing it to her. There was only time for a quick tuck of her hair into the cap before they were leaving the room and striding back to the room.

Luckily, George was waiting for them, because she knew she never would have been able to find her way back to those rooms, especially while avoiding people's gazes.

If anything, the people were watching them more avidly. Kalysta could feel the intensity of their stares as George led them back to where they were staying. It was unnerving.

There was a time of silence when they reached their rooms as they realized they were going to ultimately be waiting for Harry to reach his verdict, everything hinging on his decision.

"You did well," Zayn commented lightly.

"I worried that I grew impertinent at some point," she confessed, "but I did my best to keep it a plea, not an argument."

"You succeeded." Louis was the one to offer his quiet accolades now.

"How long will Harry make us wait?"

"Any length of time." Zayn looked a bit worried at this. "He hasn't ever made us wait longer than a week, but it depends how long he spends consulting his god Ornan."

"A week?" she gasped. "That's much too long!"

"Odds are that we won't have to wait that long." Zayn's assurance fell short again.

A knock interrupted them, though, and Louis answered the door.

"Your Grace," he said, bowing. "What can I do for you?"

"I would enjoy the pleasure of all your company on my way to the chapel," the Queen answered, "you, Ambassador Zayn, and... the young boy."

"The Queen herself is here? What name am I going by?" Kalysta hissed in aside to Zayn.

"Er... Calvin," he answered spontaneously.

"Of course," Louis complied quickly. "We would gladly accompany you."

"Actually, Your Grace," Zayn interjected, going to the door as well, "Calvin and I will join you, but Louis has some details that need taking care of."

"Yes, the Ambassador is right," Louis affirmed without hesitation.

Kalysta stepped forward at Zayn's beckoning and the two of them joined Layla out in the hallway.