sword ◦ larry stylinson

XIX

 [A/N]: First of all, I received a message from BromanceAwards and they said that One has been nominated! Holy shit, that was really unexpected! Omg thank you for even nominating me and that alone, I am really grateful. Xx

  nineteenth chapter

"YOUR HIGHNESS," SOMEONE WAS waking the prince up, and the prince rumbled something deep in his throat, before he threw the duvet off of him, exposing his bare chest.

"What?" His voice was deep -something only a few people had heard before when they woke the prince up- and it was unusual.

"Your Majesty pleads for your presence at the table." Niall spoke again, and Louis forced his eyes to open, only for it to be closed shut once again when he saw the sun from the open windows all over his room.

Nonetheless, Louis glared at his page, "Why are you speaking like that?"

"Princess Charlotte is waiting for you outside the door." Niall winked at the prince -since his back was towards the door where Charlotte was standing in the doorway. Louis arched an eyebrow, raising his head up to see his sister standing by his doorway, patiently waiting. He wondered briefly why she just didn't barge in, until Louis remembered he had glared at her once to tell her to stay out of his room.

Ignoring Niall, he told his sister, "I will be right out, Lottie. I just need to get dressed."

"I will wait for you." Charlotte remained stubborn -which wasn't really any different-.

Niall was about to go to the bathroom to prepare Louis' necessities for his morning routine, but Louis stopped, insisting he should do it on his own. Niall left, probably waiting just outside Louis' room because he couldn't stay in. Louis' family knew their bond, how they got along in the strangest ways, and none of them protested when they saw Niall becoming close to unprofessional but Niall was the one who didn't want to abuse their patience. He was rather scared of the king.

Louis got up and readied up his clothes on the bed. He grabbed a towel and his robe before he went to his lavatory. He relieved himself, washed his hands and face and brushed his teeth. After breakfast, he would take his bath.

When he was done, he opened his door and Charlotte was still there, seemingly giggling to what Niall was saying to her. Louis cleared his throat, "Lottie, what came to your mind that you suddenly want me to escort you to our table?"

Charlotte bounded to him and link her arm through Louis', "Just wanted to talk."

"Alright." Louis said in a dubious tone, and he looked back at Niall, "I will see you later,Niall."

"Yes, your Highness."

The two siblings went down the stairs, and Charlotte spoke up, "I heard Mother and Father talking... arguing last night. Their voices went through my wall."

"Hm..." Louis thought. He had a peaceful sleep last night, "About what time, exactly?"

"It was about minutes past eight. I was already sleeping and then I woke up to them arguing." Charlotte answered, and she seemed scared from what she heard. Oh, so that was why Louis didn't hear it; he was still outside, talking with Harry.

"What were they talking about?"

"Um.." She was reluctant.

"Go on."

"You."

"Huh." They entered the dining room where the rest of their family were, except for his father. He was always the one late yet he pestered Louis to come to the table early.