The King's Forbidden Romance >> Zarry mpreg

~7~

The sound of a door opening wakes me up. I slowly pull the covers up, and look down at my naked body. He left marks on my fragile skin. Bruises on my neck and waist, blood on my stomach, as for the man has scratched me multiple times because I kept squirming and he said that's not what good whore does.

I put on a robe, that sits a little above my ankle. The room was filled with nothing but darkness, but a tiny candle was shining dully on a big table. The table had piles of papers stacked on it and just to my luck, ink and a pen. I quietly make my way to the table so that I wouldn't wake Maria up, who was sleeping peacefully in the little corner where I placed her.

I slowly sit down and place a piece of paper in front of me. I pick up the pen and dip it slightly in the ink and gently put the pen on the paper, writing as light handed as I could.

I fold up the letter, and rub my fingers through the edges, straightening it out. I place the letter in my pocket and carefully pick Maria up, who whines loudly in my arms. I quietly shush her, "Stay quiet, my baby." I say. I quietly and slowly open up the wooden door, and slide out of the room. As I'm walking down the hall, I can hear the moans and grunts of the men that are getting pleasured by the whores. And I can hear the whores moans too.

I step out of the house and close the door behind me quietly. I walk down the bumpy path and see a guard standing in front of the woods, pacing swiftly after each step. I go up to him. "E-Excuse me..." I say and he looks at me. His blue eyes looks tired. His body weary body was swaying back and forth as he answered in a jaded tone, "What can I do you for?"

I take the letter out of my pocket and hand it to him. "Can you please hand this to King Zayn? Tell him it's from somebody important." He nods his head slowly before taking it. Poor man, he must be exhausted. I take out a bottle of water that I have packed for myself just in case I would be out here all nice and give it to him. With a wasted smile, he takes the water and says, "Thank you." I nod my head and say you're welcome before walking off.

Please God, let my love read the letter.

~ Zayn's POV ~

Sitting down in my office, I stare out of the window, staring at the bright full moon as it light glistens through the window, lighting up the spot that I'm in now. I can't get Harry out of my head. It's been nine months, and no matter I do to try to get him out of my mind, it won't work.

The sound of a loud knock at my door snaps me out of my thoughts. "Come in!" I say. A guard opens the door slowly and drags his feet across the floor to get to me. "King Zayn," he says, "This is for you." He hands me a letter with a red ribbon on it and I thank him before sending him out and I begin to read the letter."

"Dear King Zayn, You may not remember me though I don't expect you to. You probably have many duties to attend but I miss you, my love. I still dream of coming to you when I'm in a deep sleep. Your smile still haunts my dreams and every time I close my eyes, I can still see your handsome face. I have had the child. A healthy girl with the most beautiful hazel eyes you ever did see. They remind me of yours. I don't expect you to get this letter but if you do, please spare a thought for me.

Sincerely,

Harry Styles, April 5th, 1495."

Harry... My dearest Harry... It kills me that I'm away from him, but it's burning me that he's had our child and I'm not there. My thoughts are always his to spare. I have to find him.

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I hope you guys liked this chapter! I finally came up with a date for the story it stressed me out.