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

Chapter 6 ~A Royal Conflict~

-Niall's Point of View-

I growl a swear under my breath as I accidentally drop a slice of cheese on the marble kitchen floor because I was organizing the cheese and crackers tray for today's brunch.

I bend down and pick up the slimy, rotten milk off of the ground and toss it into a side trash can. "Stupid clumsiness," I sigh and continue to work on sorting a creative tray of different cheeses and the crackers that King Zayn likes.

I haven't seen Louis in a while. If he was in the rank that I remember him being put into, he should be here already and helping me with this. But alas, he isn't.

That gets me wondering about how much time he spends with King Harry and King Zayn. And I have to say, he spends a bunch of time with them.

It's not that I'm jealous or anything, it's just how the thought of secret relationships always pops into my head.

Whenever I catch King Harry sneaking a glance at Louis' ass every once in a while, I can't help but think that there's something more to it.

I know that Harry has a crush on him. That I did know. But I didn't think that I'd hear moaning in the room beside mine last night.

Yeah, I couldn't sleep last night. I don't think anyone could.

I sleep in the room beside King Harry, and across the room of one of the other high ranked servants named Ed. King Zayn is two doors down.

I grab the cheese knife and start to cut some more slices of cheddar.

Well, I'm sure Louis will explain this one day.

"How is it, that Louis, suddenly gets the job of picking out King Harry's clothes? Wasn't he just initiated into the group of servants yesterday?" Mason asks, and I shrug.

How ironic, the same subject of thought as my own.

"Maybe Harry got tired of pulling off his shit from his walk-in closet that anyone would die to have," Brian sneers, and I roll my eyes.

"Shut up, Brian. No one asked for your opinion on the matter," I huff towards him, and he rolls his eyes and flicks me the bird, turning back to his work.

It's a shame King Zayn didn't banish him from the castle, let alone the kingdom. The only reason why he kept him around was that Brian was the best candle designer in the whole castle.

King Zayn finds his work remarkable, using his decor everywhere in the castle. In his room, in the Dining Area, in the Lounge Room, in the hallways, even in his secluded garden that he visits every once in a while.

"How do you even know this?" Another guy named Ken asks.

Mason clears his throat, "Alicia heard it from Kelly, who heard it from Ed, who heard it himself. Hey, for all I know, it could not be true."

I sway my head from side to side and shrug, "Yeah, it could be."

"But there's still that nagging feeling that says that it is true," Ken replies, and everyone within the kitchen hums their agreement.

I slice a few more strips of cheese before setting down the knife and fixing my pure white gloves properly back onto my hands.

"Hey, Niall," Marcus whispers, and my head turns towards his voice.

"Yeah? What do you need?" I ask, and he walks towards me and points at my tray.

"Are you going to be taking that out to the Lounge Room for King Zayn's brunch with his brother?" He asks, and I nod.