Milk and Honey

Chapter 5.

"Well, yes." Harry muttered. He tore his gaze away from the table in front of him, motioning to a server who had entered the room to take away his plate. 

"I'm glad I wasn't a rich baby, because if I were, then I'd have a bride by my side." Nick said, rolling his eyes at the word bride. "Lucky bastard." Harry mumbled, getting up from the table. "Well, you're the real bastard here, Harold. Remember?" Nick smirked, passing by Harry as he went towards the upstairs to talk with the queen.  Harry just chuckled to himself, ignoring Nick. 

"I'm probably going to be called up to them anytime soon, so sha'll we go see what Niall and Zayn are doing?" They had left when Nick was announced to be entering. "Sure." Louis said quietly, following Harry upstairs to the room that nobody ever went in, except Harry. Louis glanced outside, seeing that it was already darkening. "Actually, H-Harry." Louis stammered, gently grabbing Harry's elbow. "Yes?" Harry asked, turning towards him. The castle on top was dark, since the outside had didn't show through the windows, but only the cracks of the castle. "I need to be going home now." Louis replied, stepping down a step while still looking at Harry. "I'll join you in the carrige-" 

"No, no, it's fine.. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Haz." Louis smiled, stepping down more steps and feeling himself gasp when two arms wrapped around his torso. "Bye, Lou." Harry smiled, face in Louis torso before smiling like a child and running off. 

Leaving Louis dumbfounded.

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Harry's POV

"Mate, are you almost done with the painting?" Harry asked, walking into the room, he had shrugged off the shirt he was wearing and replaced it with another, loose fitting cotton one. He looked at the painting to see blue eyes being painted. Next to already finished green eyes. 

Zayn was working on the blue orb, as people call it. It seemed realistically unfair that Zayn could paint so bloody good. 

"Not sure if Louis will get it, but I'm sure the queen will probably have some discomfort to it. Knowing Mary has brown eyes and not blue." Zayn chuckled, stepping down from the ladder he sat on to paint the canvas on the wall. 

"It's about time I start heading to my chambers. I need to get some sleep, tomorrow your father wants me on guard duty for the big welcoming feast." Zayn  sighed. 

"Welcoming feast?" Harry asked, eyebrows furrowed questioningly.

"For Mary, her servant and guard has called to change plans, shes coming tomorrow instead. Bright and early." 

"Fuck." 

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"Shes coming." Nostradamous breathed in deeply, awakening from his nightmare. He was standing in a forest, he looked up at the sun and breathed in the air. Then the drop of dark red hit him. Blood.

All he could smell, all he could see was blood. Nothing more. 

Mary's presence here, will bring death. 

Behind the woman who had showed herself in the dream, Mary, wearing a white dress and crying. Was a man, who was familiar to all the faces in the castle. A man who had bright blue eyes, and was as fragile as a flower. Crying. Whimpering, holding his legs to himself in the corner of a wall. Whispering. 

"I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry." Over and over. 

Nostradamus knew that Harry was in love with the boy. But he never told the queen. He knew that fate had brought them together, and he knew that they were soul mates. But Louis love will bring death. 

And Mary's lust and desire will be overcoming, but it will bring jealously. And blood.

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Outside were lines of people, waiting for Mary's presence. The first carriage arrived and people, servants, peasants, everybody stood looking at the golden carriage in awe. But 4 girls stepped out. Scotland girls, or maids of honor, for the queen basically.

They stood smiling at the castle but then the smiles appeared brighter when another carriage came. This time all black with curtains sealing around it. The horses white. 

 The carriage came to a stop in front of the maid's of honors carriage. And out stepped Mary. 

A dark red cape around her blue colored dress. She looked around curiously, the castle seemed like such a different place then before. 

Her smile turned bright when she saw her ladies. She walked towards them, and they all hugged her smiling with joy. "Mary, your hair, have the nuns not taught you anything?" One of them, Barbara Palvin, who owns half of Scotland with money said, fixing Mary's locks behind her. 

"Mary-" One of them said, before a horn sounded loudly and gestured the attention towards the royals stepping out of the castle. 

"Queen Catherine. Lord Henry. Mistress Diane. Prince Harold." 

A man announced.  The royals all walked in side by side, the queen walking in front by herself. Leaving the king and his mistress to walk side by side. 

"Where's Harold?" Danielle, a maid of honor asked Mary. "I don't see him.. perhapes he's already in the castle?" Mary suggested, smiling even though she was full of worry. 

"Your grace." A servant said, holding out their arm. Mary smiled kindly and took the servants arm, it was a rather disrespectful way to be bought to your husband.  She thought. Maybe that's just how England works?

Harry knew that Mary should have felt a bit disrespected, since she is a queen, after all.

But he was focusing on something more important.

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Louis skipped along the path of the village, smiling every so often at the elders who sat in chairs outside, enjoying the warmth that would soon come to an end. 

He then heard the sounds of horns in the distance, towards the castle.

His smile fading from his lips. 

She's arrived.