The Harvest || h.s.

Chapter 13

XIII. VILLAGE

Harry

The kitchen was a total mess, but Harry promised he would clean it up himself after he was done. Flour was spilt all over the counter and the floor, it even ended up in Harry's nose by accident, a few eggs were broken, and the milk poured off the kitchen bench. Prince Harry had woken up earlier that morning and went to the hen house to collect fresh eggs and oranges straight from the trees himself, picking a few flowers as well along the way.

The cooks were crowding behind the kitchen door with curiosity, giggling and peeking through the door, as Harry was working his magic in the kitchen, with the help of Betty.

Harry was making breakfast for Lena, trying to make it up to her for whatever bullshit she had to hear from Crawford. He just wanted to do something nice for her, and show her he could be a real gentleman.

Harry placed the orange juice, the food and the flowers he had picked that morning in a silver tray, thanked Betty for the help and took the tray upstairs, but not without first keeping his promise and cleaning all the mess he had made in the kitchen.

He greeted the guards who were guarding Lena's door, with clear instructions of not letting her leave her room. "Miss Lena is still asleep sir," The first guard informed.

Harry nodded, and the guards opened the door for him. He noticed a bulge in Lena's bed, signaling she was indeed still asleep. Harry placed the tray on the side of her bed and opened the curtains so that the sunshine could creep through her windows.

"Rise and shine, Lena. I brought you something, hope you like it. I cooked it all myself." he smiled, proudly.

There was no response from Lena, not even a turn on the bed.

"Are you okay?" Harry continued, sitting beside her. He took the sheets off what he thought was Lena, only to find out they were only pillows.

"WHAT THE FUCK. WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!" Harry shouted, the guards immediately entering the room. "I fucking told you to keep an eye on her! Find her, NOW! Look everywhere in the castle and the village." Harry angrily commanded, with a vein about to pop on his temple.

Lena

Meanwhile, Lena was quickly making her way to the village, full in costume, trying her best to maintain a low profile and remain unnoticed by the villagers.

"How am I doing? Am I a good villager?"

Of course, Lou insisted on coming with Lena. She was the one who helped her escape the castle in the first place. Lena chuckled and nodded.

"You're doing great. Keep it up. But don't hold your basket like that. It looks too fancy."

"Fancy? Pardon? I'm just holding a basket, please calm down." Lou replied. Lena laughed harder and shook her head.

"I don't know. It looks weird. Do you, like, not have baskets in Monaco?" Lena joked, lightly shoving Lou in a playful way.

Both girls continued walking through the brick roads of the village, passing by some stores, bakeries and libraries. It was Lena's first time in the village since she was sent to the castle.

Lou noticed a little child out of the corner of her eye, holding her mother's hand, who was staring at Lena. The child had a look of confusion on her face, and just before she reached out to ask her mother what was the Chosen doing in the village and out of the castle, Lou grabbed Lena and forced her into an almost empty store.

"What was that for?" Lena asked, relinquishing her arm of Lou's grip. She accommodated the hat that she wore on top of her head, the one who kept the villagers from recognizing her.