A Proper Prince

Chapter 9

When Louis awoke the next morning, he was sore in many places. His head hurt and his rear ached. He was marked with deep colours from a mouth sucking into his skin and he was unsure of what to do.

He was naked and alone in this room. The floor was scattered with clothes and books and the floor was wet with alcohol that was previously spilt. Glasses lie empty in the ground in a puddle of translucent brown liquid and Louis was quite unsure of what to do.

The boy dressed himself regardless and carefully emerged from the room keeping an eye out for guards. He bolted down the halls, not minding where he was going when he slammed into a stranger. Alas that stranger, was no stranger.

On the ground Felicity laid, her dress sprawled out from the impact and hair a mess. The boy instantly felt guilty at the running of his sister and fell to his knees. However, she looked mutually shocked.

"Brother?" She whispered. She sat up quickly, rising to her knees. "Goodness sakes the palace has been looking everywhere for you!" Louis gulps. "Where did you-" before the teen can finish her sentence, Louis has lifted her and tugged her down the hall. She's basically sliding down the hall and she lost her left slipper ages ago. She stumbles after him before they finally arrive at his quarters and he shoves her in, slamming and locking his bedroom door. Glancing about the room.

"Louis what the 'ell is going on!" She shouts. He raises a finger to his lips and presses his ear against the large door hearing muffled voices.

"I swear Sir, I haven't seen him." A maid bargains.

"Nonsense! The Prince is missing and you're in charge of his living quarters." A man says. Louis is sure its a guard and his eyes widen as he scrambles back.

"Hide fizzy!" He whisper shouts. He tugs his sister's hand and they both climb into the closet. Crowded with dress clothes and night attire and hangers. The elder boy clamps a hand over her mouth when he closes the closet door, and is silent as he hears the door unlock.

"Marian, you are the only servant in charge of the Prince and you've manage to loose sight of him!?" The guard booms. Felicity nudges her brother, but his hand remains stiff on her lips.

"Macy is in charge as well!" Louis hears a slap and both he and Felicity shiver.

"Macy is dead! She doesn't work like we asked. Said sir Styles gave her a break? Yes, of course he did. Servants like you work. You don't deserve breaks!" Another sound echos the room followed by a shriek and Felicity clutches her brother's waist.

"Damian!" The guard screams.

"Yes sir." Louis pushes the closet door open just barely and he sees a much larger man pulling on the arm of Marian. The maid has blood on her face and her head hangs low.

"Take her to the dungeon. Keep looking for the Prince." The men exit with the woman limply and Louis waits until they shut the door and they can't hear anything anymore to remove his hand.

"Louis?" Felicity whispers. "What's going on?" Louis shakes his head. "Louis?"

"I messed up Fizzy." Felicity raises a brow at the brother and they exit the closet.

"What did you do?" Louis shakes his head, ashamed.

"I have done something to shame the kingdom." Felicity's fingers cup her brother's jaw.

"Kingdom maybe, but what about your little sister? I won't judge you." Louis sighs and wraps his arms around his sister.

"Why can't people just love and be loved?" Louis asks. Felicity shrugs.