The Lioness Prince (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction.)

Chapter 26 ~Harry's Day Off~

-Author's Point of View-

"I'm so sorry..."

This echoes through Harry's head as he blindly stares at the ceiling. The sound of pain in his brother's voice gripping at his already squeezed heart.

His hands are folded over bandages that are wrapped around his entire abdomen. His face is stained with tear tracks. His cheeks are paler than usual, and his green eyes seem to be fading as every silent minute passes.

Harry has been left alone in his room as soon as the operation was over.

When everyone was leaving, a servant stomps up the staircase and asks for the medical man to follow him down to the infirmary. His door closes after that.

He feels like a child that has just developed a fever. Sad smiles that are supposed to cheer him up but don't; words spoken in a simplistic manner as if he is 3; food brought to him in small portions or chopped very finely or, lion lords forbid, soup, so that he doesn't choke.

This new treatment infuriates the king, but he knows that if he rejects it, Zayn will personally feed him to make sure he gets his nourishment.

And, to tell you the truth, Harry doesn't really want to see or hear Zayn for a very long time.

It is bad enough that he is wounded and retired of his duties until he can properly attend meetings and visit other kingdoms. But to think of you're own brother sinking his claws into your back because of a stupid moral issue he has.

Harry doesn't know if Alexia is still in good care. Harry doesn't know if Louis is okay. Harry doesn't know if Richard has managed to escape once again and might possibly attack him while he sleeps...

What if Richard targets Alexia?! Harry worries his brain to death as the minutes continue to tick away.

Harry has to remember that Richard is being supervised down in the dungeon by some of their best guards before he tries to get up from his bed and check on the criminal himself.

"Ugh," the king sighs as he re-positions his messy head of curls on one of his many white pillows.

He blinks a few times before yawning and growling afterwards. "No, I'm not tired," Harry states roughly as he winces from the pain that the yawn has caused.

"I just," Harry rolls his eyes and turns his face towards the bedside table that Louis has demanded for for the sake of stowing away midnight snacks. "I need to find something to do," the royal suggests to himself, and his eyebrows rise and fall when no thoughts come to him.

The king groans and rubs his face with his hands as boredom quickly fills his brain.

I could... Harry thinks, but nothing more comes after that fragment of a statement.

Hang myself. A smile cracks the king's lips at his immediate resolution to boredom: suicide.

God no, Harry. You hurt as it is... Harry chuckles and returns his gaze to the ceiling.

And besides, you have so much to look forward to now... Harry sighs and agrees with himself.

A knock on his bedroom door sounds seconds later, and the smile vanishes from Harry's lips as he places his hands back onto his bandaged abdomen and allows the knocker to enter.

"Your Majesty?" A hesitant voice asks as the being steps inside and closes the door.

"Yes?" Harry asks, slightly annoyed.