Life Recreated

Harry

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Harry stepped out of the carriage. 

'I think London is were I'll build my empire,' he told the lord of Andles. 'better to go exploring.'

Andles, seemed most pleased. 'ah yes, of course, I'll accompany you,'

Harry cut the carriage before he could shift out, 'No, no, I insist. I shall go by myself.'

'but you don't know the way. London is grand, you will get lost, or mugged,' he pushed against the door with his fat. 

Harry held it firmly shut. He padded his sheathed sword, whereas to insure him of his safe return. 'I insist.' it was more of a command than courtesy. 'driver, please. take my good friend, and soon to be father-in-law to the castle. I shall acquire a horse.' 

The driver tipped his hat, and then whistled a hiss. A moment later a stable boy came running with a dark stallion.

Harry took the reins in his hands. 'Off you go, then.' 

The gold carriage glistened as it went racing up the hill.

  Harry waved at the stunned looking Andle, and as soon as they had rounded the corner, and vanished into another street, Harry jumped up on the horse and kicked him forth.

He raced in an aligned street for 30 minutes, when he saw him. The sight of the boy had him hard.

'excuse me young, fellow.' Harry said. 'where can I find a inn, I am need of a cool glass of ale, you see.'

The boy did not even glance behind his back, when he pointed his finger to his left. 

'Ah,' said Harry. 'You see, I am not from London at all, and I would sure appreciate it if you'd take me there.' 

Rob snickered. 'I'm late for dinner.' 

Harry was starting to get annoyed. 'Well, then I command it.' 

The boy, stopped. changing his posture to a hostile adaptation. 

'You listen here...' The boy turned, but fell silent when he looked upon the duke's face. 

Instantly, he bended the knee, going as red as his hair.

'My pardon my lord, I didn't know.'

Harry, stepped off his horse. 'I will not pardon you at such.' he walked up to him. 'until you join me in refreshments. on me of course.'

the boy, could not believe it. He had to look again. Robb sneaked a peak at the young gallant, and succumbed to a black out. Harry was a well fitted man, rounding nice up to 5'8, green eyes, blemished with brown. A head full of brown curls, and a lean, athletic build. 

Harry went to stand in front of him. 'well?'

Robb, in his dirty rags, had not been very keen at the idea of go out like this, though he was a duke, and the future king, not to say he was handsome as the very face of god himself. Robb veered his eyes off the ground, and trailed it from his military boots, to his breeches, to his groin. He then noticed the outline of his cock pressed hard onto the material. Robb swallowed. 'where ever you want me, my lord.'