A Princess Named Harry: Book 2

Chapter 50

Harry spent the remainder of her break buttering up the king in an attempt to get him to let her return to the battlefield easily. She did everything he said, listened to his complaints, and acted like the perfect model daughter. After she did all that, she went to sit with Joseph. The two of them tried to find an alternative for the flower. It seemed that Sia and her people had been unable to locate it.

"I see what you're doing, Princess."

"Is it that obvious?"

"If it's obvious enough to where even I can tell, His Majesty definitely knows what you're doing."

Harry frowned and turned her attention to the two viles of chemicals beside her. On the left was a red color, and on the right was a yellow. Harry poured the chemicals into glasses at Joseph's command, but she didn't understand what they had to do with a cure for her mother. They were only basic chemicals that served little to no purpose.

"What are these for?" she asked. She didn't want to openly point out their uselessness.

"Well," started Joseph as he rummaged around the messy desk. "On their own, both of those chemicals are pretty useless, but together along with something a little more colorful . . ."

Harry watched as he took the glasses from her and poured them together. He pulled out a tiny vile with purple liquid and poured it into the glass with the others. Harry watched as a dark cloud rose from the glass. "It can be pretty powerful," he finished.

Harry stared at the result in disappointment. It was an explosive-based one. Joseph had been making a lot of those lately.

"Another weapon for war?" she asked, sounding slightly saddened.

"Yeah, for now," Joseph replied. "Just until I can get more information and supplies. I'm running short, you see."

Harry turned her attention to his desk. What should've been filled with a bunch of potions and books now only sat papers.

"I haven't been able to go out yet, so right now, I'm making do with what I have." He gave Harry a small smile. "And that's weapons for war."

Harry understood, but that didn't mean she wasn't still a little frustrated with the development of the cure. She stared at the newest weapon for war. Mixed, the liquid had now become a lightish brown color. As Harry continued to stare, there was a loud and aggressive knock coming from the door.

"Is the princess in there?" Harry recognized the voice well; it was Melody. She wondered what Melody wanted with her.

Before either she or Joseph could answer, Melody came barging in. "Just how long were you going to keep me looking for you?"

Harry stood at the woman in confusion. She hadn't even known that Melody was looking for her. If she did, she would've tried to seek her out too. "You were looking for me?" she asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Never mind my struggles," she hissed. "I know a pair who are struggling even more than me." Melody looked around the room in disgust. "How long are you going to keep your guests waiting?"

Harry was surprised to hear she had guests. She wasn't notified of this at all. "I have guests?" she asked doubtfully.

"Yes, and I'm sure they're annoyed with you."

Harry didn't bother to respond to Melody's rude comment. She turned to Joseph, who seemed to understand that she was needed elsewhere. She stood up, brushed her dress off, and asked, "Where are they?"

"Sitting in the garden's gazebo." She gave Harry another glare. "If you're thinking that I'm going to take you there, you can forget that. You already used up my time by making me search for you."