The Prince's Heart (Ziall, Niam)

Chapter 13

"It's almost my birthday" I say matter-of-factly as I sit on a throne-like sofa in front of the fireplace. Zayn is standing right beside me.

"How do you want to spend it? Your mother is most likely to throw a grand feast" Zayn says. I actually wanted him to sit down so I can sit on his lap but he told me someone might catch us. I pouted at him for 5 minutes and only smiled when Louis rolled his eyes and leaned forward to kiss me. 

"Probably. I also want to spend it with you" I say. I smile when Zayn's eyes widened.

"With me?"

"Yeah" I shrug and watch the fire flicker and cackle. "Unless you don't want to" 

"No! No! No!" He assures and I chuckle. "I absolutely want to. But what about Prince Liam? He's obviously not gonna waste an opportunity to spend time with you on your birthday"

I shrug. "I'll find a way." I yawn. There's nothing interesting to do today. Then, a light bulb lights up on top of my head and I found myself grinning. "Zaaaaaaayn" I whine out.

"Yes, your highness?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Let's go on a date" I say happily. I smile wider when Zayn blushes. It's always such a satisfying feeling to see Zayn blush because of me. It makes me so happy when I see hints of pink or red on his dark and sharp cheek bones.

"W-when?" he stutters and I feel another wave of satisfaction was over me.

I jump to my feet. "Now! There are so many places I haven't seen yet and I want to see all of them with you"

"N-now? Wouldn't your parents and pretty much the entire castle worry?" Zayn asks. I wrap my fingers around his wrist and tug him towards my bedroom. I wanted to hold his hand but there are too many servants walking around who could possibly catch us. They wouldn’t find anything suspicious about an overenthusiastic prince dragging his personal knight god knows where.

In the confines of my room, I push Zayn inside and begin rummaging for clothes. I don't want to go on a date looking like this and I don't want Zayn to go out with me in armour as well. Since Zayn's body is more built than mine and he still needs enough space to hide his weapons just in case of an emergency or an attack, I pull out a big black sweater and cammo pants and hand them to Zayn.

When he raises an eyebrow, I roll my eyes and huff. "We're not going on a date dressed up like this! I want to go on a proper date without too much security and I want us to eat and walk around and hold hands like a normal couple! Now wear that or else"

Zayn smirks. "Or else what?" but he proceeds to remove pieces of his armour. I find a shirt and   a jacket and a pair of skinny jeans. I bring the clothes I'm going to wear for the day to my personal bathroom and change into them.

I must admit, it feels nice to wear casual clothes instead of the usual suits and robes and jewels. I check myself out and smile because I look like a proper 20 year old instead of a kid trying to follow his father's steps.

I walk out of the bathroom and stop mid step because Zayn is waiting patiently, sitting on the edge of my bed, for me and looking extra good.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teases when I let out a whine-like sound. I pull myself back to reality.

"I'd rather have YOUR tongue catching mine" I wink at him. He quickly stands up and next thing I know is that I'm pressed against the wall with Zayn nibbling on my jaw. I groan. "Don't leave marks"

Zayn huffs but presses his lips against mine. I respond enthusiastically and grip his hair, mussing it up. He didn't seem to mind as his fingernail dug deep into my hips. I wanted to scold him because I just told him not to leave marks but his lips on mine were too good to pull away from.