Red & White

forty four.

He was not sure if he was hit or not. Harry was completely numb. The world momentarily stopped as his green eyes darted down to his body.

The Prince was prepared to see anything from a small hole clotted with blood, to a gaping wound that promised no mercy to his organs.

But what he did see was nothing. Nothing. No hole, no blood. He had dodged the bullet with the intention of assassination.

Then, the world resumed turning and his ears tuned in to hear the thunderous shouts of King Robin. His words were ferocious, but he didn't dare go any further to save his son, and Harry knew that.

His legs caught up to his brain and continued to run closer to the pit of the war scene. The Prince checked to make sure his rifle was still cocked, and when he found that it was he immediately let out a shot.

The force of the gun knocked him off his unsteady feet, but Harry got right back up with fire in his eyes.

A Welsh soldier mistakenly chose to take on the experienced royal with a spear. The blond haired, middle aged man charged at Harry with the tip of the spear pointed directly at his heart.

But Harry worked fast. The Welsh man was shot down within two seconds. Then another soldier, and then another.

"Prince Harry!" He turned in the direction of the voice to discover a crowd of British soldiers desperately attempting to grasp the royal's attention.

The Prince took only one moment to understand what they needed. There was only one swarm of Welsh soldiers left, all of the others defeated and lying on the mushy ground.

This was it. If they could defeat these thirty-something men, it would be over.

But the swarm was charging fast.

"Look, men!" Harry quickly ordered. "I'll take the back of them, you guys tackle the front and sides. Break up evenly. Show no mercy!"

They responded perfectly, as if practiced. The British men dashed forward to meet the Welsh in the middle as Harry snuck around them. He dodged yet another bullet attempted by one Welsh man.

The cracking sound of skulls rung in the field as the British took down all of them. Harry had never felt more proud. But he had more to think about then feeling proud. He had to act swiftly but quietly.

When the Prince finally approached, there were only two remaining Welsh soldiers. They were doing their best and firing away at the British. One managed to shoot down a man.

Once Harry saw his courageous soldier fall dead, he knew it was time for his plan to happen.

His rifle was cocked, his finger sliding over the trigger. It was pressed and the bullet zoomed through the air, faster than sound, and lodged right into the left soldier's neck. Dead.

One more cock of the gun, another trigger press, another bullet. Dead.

He did it.

*****

"Mind helping me? Louis disappeared somewhere." Leah giggled at his words and Harry shrugged apologetically. "I can't tie a bow tie for my life."