Glory in Our Defiance • Zarry

24. - Snake in the Grass

Late November, early December 1485, Windsor Castle

The very morning after that night where Harry felt the fluttering, he gets out of bed early to find Melisende. He needs to talk to someone about it before it drives him insane. But when he gets to her chambers, he only finds a main here and she tells him that Lady Melisende already left for a visit up North. Harry curses, because he forgot about that trip that Melisende was going on. She's visiting a friend... or something.

With Melisende gone, he finds Helen and confides in her. Since she never had any children herself, she doesn't really know how to console him but it still helps. Harry didn't want to tell Zayn about it because a child affects a relationship on a level that Harry can't think about right now. He wants to keep the baby out of their relationship for as long as he can.

Without Melisende at court, Harry feels somehow less safe. He doesn't know how to contact her spies around the castle to find out what Lord Wawrick is up to. She's supposed to be gone for a little over a week and that's more than enough time for Lord Wawrick to attempt to ruin Harry's life.

But Harry isn't weak. He won't be threatened by an old man. He's the King of England after all.

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It's early December and Harry and Zayn are stumbling into their bedroom while kissing, curious hands touching each other everywhere. They fall down on the bed with a thud, giggling like they were sneaking around again with no kingly responsibilities.

"Can I fuck you?" Harry gasps out. "I haven't even felt like a man lately. I swear if someone asks me about the baby one more time my cock is going to fall off."

Zayn laughs rambunctiously. "Now that would be a tragedy. You have a very nice cock. Loosing that would be a disaster indeed."

"Are you making fun of me?" Harry frowns.

"No, of course not," Zayn smiles, pulling him down into a kiss. "I love your cock. But it isn't going to fall off, don't worry."

"So sure of yourself," Harry grins.

"Yes," Zayn smirks. "You can fuck me. But afterwards I want to fuck you as well. Your arse looks amazing lately. I could spank you too, love."

"Are we not getting ahead of ourselves?"

"No," Zayn hums. "So are you getting your clothes off or what?"

Surely, Harry doesn't need persuading to undress and fuck his very, very beautiful husband.

Afterwards, Harry sits down on his heels, panting, still sitting between Zayn's legs.

"So, feel like a man yet?" Zayn smirks at him.

"I guess," Harry sighs. "You take my breath away, no matter what we do."

Zayn's smile softens. "That is quite the compliment, coming from the most beautiful man I have ever laid my eyes upon."

"Are you sure?" Harry asks with a nervous chuckle.

"Absolutely," Zayn affirms. "And I have noticed you being self-conscious lately. You watch yourself in the mirror all the time and you do not believe my flattery. But trust me, you will always be the most beautiful person to me. Always. I do not care that you have quite a... big belly now-"

"What?!"

"Well, I just noticed that lately you have started showing so I assumed that is why you were not feeling quite as confident or-"

"Shut your mouth."

Harry hastily gets off the bed, throwing a robe on himself, wrapping it tightly around his torso with his arms. He puts on some slippers that are around and rushes out of the room.