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Hey, Your Eyes Are Really Pretty
"M' Lord." Jesy said, knocking on the door quietly. To have Harry open the door fully.
"Oh, hi, Jesy." Harry said smiling at her, he always did take appreciation to her, and others of course, but Jesy was one of the few people in this palace that he could ever have fun with.
"Your mother is calling for dinner, and she said you may bring Louis." Jesy said, peering inside the door to Louis, who was sitting on the couch still fiddling with his fingers.
"Alright, we'll be down." Harry said, as she walked off. Turning on his heel towards Louis direction, taking time to admire how pretty he looked, dressed in black and hair into a messy curl in front of his head.
After a few moments of just staring at Louis, Harry decided that it was getting a little too creepy even for him.
"Louis, my mum said to go downstairs and eat. Come with?" Harry asked, sounding more like a demand but Louis ignored the tone in his voice.
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"Do you have any more information about what my son was speaking about with that boy." The queen said, at Nostradamus. Who was peering at Louis from the walls that separated the dining room.
"Mary." He said, no emotion in his voice.
"Queen of Scotland Mary? Why would that come up?" Catherine asked, left hand holding onto her sparrow necklace, a nervous habit she always does.
"Your son told him about the alliance. " Nostradamus said, quietly.
"Now go, have dinner, I'll give you herbs to fall asleep tonight, and maybe tell you my dreams when I wake up." He said, walking past her.
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"Louis. Tell me how's your life going right now?" The queen asked not sounding very interested, but more annoyed that he was there she was smiling at Louis as she sat directly across from him at the table, Harry on Louis left side.
"It's fine, I suppose. I don't want to be a bother-" "Louis, it's fine." The queen smiled, not exactly the most true smile that Louis ever saw on her face, but still, he'd take it.
The dinning room was set up beautifully, the walls were a print of golden swirls, the floor a grey tile, the curtains matching the wallpaper, the dining table was set up with red wine colored table cloth, forks and spoons in pure gold, plates made of pure gold also.
Red wine filled the cups, the meal in the center of the table, a ham with the knife in the middle of it, the slices being cut for them by a server named Liam, who wore a all white outfit and was paid and treat better then most, because of his cooking skills.
"Your grace." He said quietly, as he put the plate in front of her, serving her and moving on to Louis and Harry.
"Now, Harry, Mary will be arriving shortly to the palace, you know." The queen said, cutting her dinner.
"What?" Harry replied, head snapping up from drinking his wine, almost spilling it on himself.
"Oh, darling, she's coming in about 2 days. I thought you knew, since you are her future husband, after all." She smiled.
"No, I actually didn't fuck-" Before the curse could come out, he stopped himself.
"Excuse me." He said, wiping his mouth violently with the napkin and walking away from the table, the sound of his fork clinking on the plate he abandoned.
"I-" Louis studdered, trying to firgure out if he should go and calm Harry down, or if that would give off a little bit too much, so instead he excused himself, earning an eyeroll from the queen.
He walked into one of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and looking directly at the mirror. Noticing the surrounding around him, there was a wooden masher and a wooden bowl, inside the bowl there was something black, that was in the process of being mashed but left.
There was a sharp cut tool also, a sharp cut tool woman use to put on their makeup, a black line to enhance their eyes. There was also another wooden masher and bowl sitting next to the eyeliner one, but this one had red in it. And the it had a brush to paint with it.
Would Louis look pretty in makeup?
Would Harry love him if he was a girl?
Would he be able to love Harry if he looked like a girl?
Would Harry make love to him if he looked like a girl?
Louis, just shut up. Even if you were a girl, you would never be able to marry him. He would never be able to spend his life with you, since well. He's royalty.
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