Humility (Zarry A.U)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

*Author's P.O.V*

The two weren't able to spend any alone time after the festival. Harry was too exhausted, so once he was in his room, he went straight to bed. He didn't even bother to take a bath or take off his suit. Lucky for him, Zayn had taken care of him by taking out his suit and tucking him into the bed. When it came to sunrise, there was a heaviness in the air. When the young king had woken up, he moved a lot more slowly and carefully. Maybe because he wanted to delay seeing his parents in their caskets, anyone would in his case. No one rushed him, though. They tried not to even get in his way in fear that he may snap at them and fire them. Fortunately for them, Harry would never do that no matter how upset he may get.

It is 12 pm. when everyone is gathered on the royal burial site. There is just a sea of black clothing and nothing else. They were grateful for it being a nice, warm, and sunny day so the mood wouldn't be too low. The headstones were quite large and lovely. They were surrounded by bouquets of black and white roses. There was a harp player who played a delightful tune through the entire thing. The priest says some words for the former king and queen, causing people to weep and frown. Harry remained as strong as he could as he locked arms with Zayn, who had been directly at his side rubbing his back during the entire ceremony. 

"And King Harry shall now grace us with some lovely words for his parents." Father Blackwood says while motioning to the king, who walks over to the caskets and stands in front of them.

"My parents were great examples of leadership, loyalty, and humbleness. Though it may have seemed that I took them for granted and was completely different from them, that was not the case. In my eyes, they have never made a mistake when it comes to our kingdom and me. Their presence shall forever grace this earth and change it for the better. I'm grateful to have had them this long in my life. I wish I could have had more." He says, looking to Zayn for stability only to find him wiping away his own tears discretely."Thank you all for coming out to send them off to some place greater."

Harry nods his head towards the coward before he heads back to his original spot. The bard comes forward and starts to sing a song just as the guards release white doves into the sky. The song was quite beautiful , and it made some people start to cry even more. Before they start to place his parents in the ground for good, they allow him to spend some privacy with them. They were going to pull Zayn along, but the king quickly motioned for them to leave him be. They bow as an apology before leaving. He rests his hand on his parents' caskets and sighs deeply. It really starts to hit him that this will be the last time he will ever be able to see their actual faces. He won't be able to hear their voices anymore or touch them again.

This has gotten to be too much for him as his knees wobble a bit. They shall forever be a painting inside of their castle. If he didn't have that, he would have slowly forgotten their faces. There is nothing to stop him from forgetting their voices or the way they smell, however. This is way too many realizations for him. With that, he abruptly turns away from them and slowly starts to walk back to the castle. Why did this have to happen to him? Their kingdom is mainly known for having amazing clothing material and gorgeous clothes. They are, if not one of the most peaceful kingdoms in the world. They have only been to war three times, and that was before he or his were alive. They don't even have enemies. Of course, they have a few people who disagree with the way they run their kingdom, but that never really caused any trouble.

"I want this day over already." Harry says as he walks into the castle again while rubbing his face roughly.

"Do you maybe want to travel outside of the castle a bit to take your mind off of things?" Zayn asks, but he just gets a head shake.

"No. I don't feel like dealing with people's sympathetic stares or words." He answers, already having enough of it from his servants and guards.

"What are you planning to do now?" Zayn asks, knowing that he should most likely leave him alone because he probably needs it.