Milk and Honey

Chapter 1.

He's so beautiful, yet so sad.

Saying that nobody will ever love him, and yet when somebody tells him that they love him

he runs and hides

silly boy, 

they all love you, 

you just don't love yourself.

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[ The villiage is the picture I posted right next to the story. Basically where the 'peasants' and less important people live. ]

Year: 1557.

 "Louis, go over to the corner store and see how much 5 pounds will buy you, of bread." 

 Louis mum said with her basket at side with the coins and some rags, or clothing, as she'd call it. 

"But- I don't want to run into the Queen you know she's here today-" Louis stuttered. He did not want to face that woman. 

 "I doubt that woman would be in a corner shop. In her life, she eats exotic fruits, meats and bread from different places around the world.' Louis mother sighed, "Go. And hurry, Lottie is about to finish milking the cows and you know that she needs to eat to go to school. We don't want to repeat the last accident that happened, am I correct?" She said, eyebrows furrowed, as she passed the coins in a plastic bag onto Louis hands. "Yes, ma'am." Louis replied taking the bag, just thinking about how Lottie almost starved to death makes him want to just bury her in a little cave and protect her for his whole life. 

Jogging towards the corner store in Louis worn out outfit, that basically looked like an all brown peter pan attire, even the shoes had a similar match.

Jogging up the stairs to the corner store and entering with a warm smile places on the elderly woman's face as she saw him walk in. "Louis! My boy, what do you need today?" She asked, rocking back and fourth in her rocking chair as she grabbed a bag for Louis. Unwrapping it Louis could see her trembling hands quiver as she handed him the brown paper bag. "How much bread does 5 pounds get me?" Louis asked questionaly as he reached around and grabbed one loaf of bread. 

"Two loafs." The woman replied shaking her head silently, almost as if she was, ashamed?

"But it used to be 4?" Louis questioned her as he grabbed another loaf of bread. "I know, but now, the corner shop can't run any longer, Louis. I need the money to pay off the final debt. Or else they'll take my home." The elderly woman said, Louis could tell she was fighting back tears.

"Hey, hey." Louis said walking towards the elderly woman and holding her hands in his. "Everything is going to be fine.. It's alright, really." Louis smiled. "Bless you." She said smiling a sad smile. 

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Louis walked back to his home to find a horse carriage in front of his house.

Louis knew exactly who the house carriage belonged to, since it's literally at his house everyday it can be, the carriage was black with gold. The gold marked a big 'H' on it. 

The horses were too beautiful to even imagine. All black horses with loose charming hair, the saddle in gold and black. Even the men who drove the carriage were dressed elegantly. The horses eyes were color that Louis found strange, he's never seen a horse with such eyes, green eyes. 

Walking inside he could see that his mum was just finished cleaning so the house didn't look like pure rubbish, to Louis, at least. 

No wallpaper, it was just plain old wood for flooring and the walls. The couch in the small living room was black with patches of red, blue and green on it. No coffee table. The only entertainment that Louis had was a packet of rocks to catch back and fourth with his sisters. 

Louis room, was different. Harry had always wanted to provide Louis with everything. Clothes, bed, wall paper, bed side table, everything. Louis refused for everything, but Harry still managed to sneak in a queen sized bed and some clothes. Harry's clothes. 

 And said "If I come back and find that you've gotten rid of my clothes, then I'll be very upset. And you don't want to upset your king, do you love?"

Harry was sitting on the arm of the couch, dressed as he normally would when he wasn't planing on doing anything special. Dressed in a black shirt, displaying the birds marked on his collar bones, black jeans that Louis has heard Harry call them "Skinny jeans"

And some leather brown boots, made by what Louis thought was the finest leather on planet earth. Since they've seem to last the king decades. 

"Louis!" Harry smiled brightly as he saw him. A smile that Louis could never really get tired of. It was just so captivating and amazing in Louis eyes. 

Louis could see under Harry's arm as he wrapped himself around Louis for a brief moment, Louis never really understood why Harry choose to mark himself with ink that would forever be on his body. Louis also heard that it really, really hurt.  Why would the king harm himself to stain his skin with ink?

"Can I ask why the sudden visit? I thought you were in France?" Louis asked, hands on hips as he looked at Harry who was scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

"Can we go to the castle and talk in private... please?" Harry said a bit too quiet for Louis. 

"Fine. But I'm expecting an explanation, King." Louis mocked. Harry scrunched his nose as he heard the word king come out of Louis mouth. 

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"I don't get it Harry, why are you forcing me to dress?" Louis asked as he watched Harry go through the clothes in the wardrobe. "I have to dress also, my mum apparently says I look like a scum bag dressed like this." Harry said rolling his eyes as he pulled out a plain black outfit. "I don't remember leaving this here." Harry said looking at it questionably. "You left it here when you were too drunk to even walk, you little  shit." Louis replied rolling his eyes. 

"Oh, Louis when will you learn that just because you're 23 and I'm 20 it isn't a very big age difference." Harry laughed, taking off his shirt and pants. Louis forced his eyes to move away from Harry's figure, but honestly it was hard. That fucking butterfly was all Louis wanted to admire. Louis wanted to admire it so much, he wanted to trace the lines of Harry's stomach, leave kisses on his torso-

"Louis?" Harry asked. 

"Shit- what?" Louis asked snapping out of his day dreaming.  "Get dressed, you wanker." Harry laughed tossing Louis a button up dark red shirt, no sleeves and trousers in ebony colored black. "Just wear some oxfords, or some shit I don't know." Harry said tossing him a pair of plain black oxfords. "Okay." Louis said quietly, waiting for Harry to leave but Harry wasn't getting the message. 

"Get out." Louis said rolling his eyes. "Oh- sorry." Harry flushed leaving the room quickly.

Those were the signs that Louis just didn't get. Those were the signs that confused Louis. Was he actually blushing? Or was it something else?

~

The ride into the castle was a long time, for the castle was a very long way from the villiage. 

Louis fell asleep, his face dug into Harry's neck, which Harry didn't mind at all. 

 But once the ride was over and Harry shook Louis softly to wake him up, Louis could feel all the blood come to his face, he was red as a tomatoe as he stumbled out of the carriage, to the big castle.