A Proper Prince

Chapter 6

Prince Harry glared at Prince Louis as the two boys were being fitted at Louis' palace. For the next 2 consecutive days, Louis was to have a day devoted to fittings, wedding arrangements, and royal manner. As for the following day, was his bachelor party. It was to be properly improper. He was only allowed those he chose alongside a few dukes, princes, and earls. Sir Zayn was attending. As was Sir Liam and Prince Niall. All men were showing for the event. As the night is supposed to come to a close, Louis is to spend the evening with the Bride to be' s siblings.

Harry was the sibling in the said scenario. And as the boys were being poked with needles of sorts for their attire, Harry was already grimacing and meshing together small bits of a large plan. His brain forcing steam through his ears. But it a more realistic case, his eyebrows were tightly knotted low and close to his eyes. Lips tight in a puss. Cheeks slightly tinted, and hands wringing its opposite with every passing second.

"Prince Harry?" A voice stated. Harry twisted his neck away from the two women adjusting his clothing. Harry glanced at the blond woman in front of him. Maids uniform as expected from the slave quarters of the Tomlinson Palace. "Your presence is requested in the ball room at the stroke of 4 with Prince Louis." Louis turned his head to the girl in the frame of the door.

"Thank you. I'll attend." With a curt nod, the girl's heels clicked away on the floors off to God knows where. Harry was silent for the rest of his fitting. Eventually having the women at his feet pause their work for the day and Harry slid out of the clothes with needles and tapes of sorts sticking to the material, handing the garments back in a neat folded pile and thanked the young girl whom stayed behind helping him into his royal attire and going down to her knees to tie his shoes and as she came back to eye level with the woman he took her hand and placed a kiss. "I request no maids in this palace do such duties for me next time such as dressings. I can dress myself. Although, your kindness is very much praised my dear." The woman blushed as her hand fell limp to her sides.

"Thank you Prince Harry." He nodded.

"On your way then." He dismissed, and she too clicked her heels off and away from the room. And as she fled the area, Harry wondered why the maids were dressed like dolls. Such skimpy skirts and nylons. He didn't approve. Then again, Harry was he. And he, wasn't fond of anything besides his segregated room in his palace back at home.

Harry left to his room, sure of Louis' trailing behind him. He decided it would be nice for a bit of banter with the Prince, so he tucked his hands into his pockets and strode towards him.

"Afternoon Prince Harry." Louis smiled. "Did you have any trouble with the fittings?" He quizzed. Harry sent him a light grin. His dimples however hidden just under the surface.

"Not that I can recall. Your palace has lovely people who work for you. That poor maid though." Harry's voice held pitty as he spoke. "Such a sweet girl. Loves working here, it's such a shame." Louis gave him a look of confusion.

"The McGregor girl?" Louis asked. "Brunette with the frames?" Harry nodded with a smile. "What about he she seems fine? Has she failed her duties?" Harry shook his head.

"No, the poor girl has a child back at home." Louis stopped in his tracks. "I believe she told me he wasn't over his first year of life yet." Louis narrowed his eyes at the ground.

"It's required that all service take months leave until their newborn is born as well as past the age of 1." Harry shook his head in shame. "She has got me in a wind."

"A wind?" Harry asked, on the inside he was grinning.

"Yes, a wind. The perceptible natural movement of the air. A current blowing in a air from a particular direction. Unfortunately she seems to be forcing air in my direction." Louis sighed. Harry straightened up.