The Harvest || h.s.

Chapter 27

XXVII. HIGH CLASS WHORE

Harry

Faith did not take long to arrive at the castle, Harry was one of her favorite clients and she had been waiting for this moment since the day of The Harvest, meaning the girl he took home was no longer around for his pleasure.

Although Harry was not a regular—he didn't do mistresses, he had never cheated on Alyssa, nor called Faith when another woman was staying with him—she was always prepared when the carriages came to take her to the castle. Despite the cold October night, and the thunderstorm raging outside, she was wearing mere undergarments under her silk robes, a petition the Prince has made in the early days, when he first met Faith.

One thing that bothered Harry, and everyone else living in the castle, was that she walked like she owned the place. Head held high, slow but confident steps, she was only missing a crown on top of her head.

She walked into the Prince's chambers like they were her own - she was one of the few allowed inside. She found him in the same state that Fitz did when Harry asked him to fetch Faith, shirtless and slightly tipsy. She chuckled, bit her lip and approached the Prince, who was laying down on his bed. She discarded the silk robes, climbed into his massive bed and eventually on him.

"Evening, your majesty." she greeted with a husky, seductive voice, lowering her head to the Prince's neck to place slow, sloppy kisses that traveled down to his chest and torso. Harry hummed, relieved to have someone that could cure the erection Lena gave him earlier, though he could not think straight. All that was on his mind while Faith discarded both of their clothing and began her work on the Prince's body was what went through his mind earlier.

He was confused as to why he did not have the courage to ask Lena to escort him to his chambers, she could have been the one performing oral sex on him like Faith was, but he was scared. He felt as if he would be disrespecting Lena if he asked her for it, even though he did touch her body in ways no one should that same night. He was scared she would feel forced to do it and lose her full trust on him. He was scared to force her against her will.

But the thing that confused him the most was why. Why now? Why with her, as this has never happened before? The other chosen girls from The Harvest were already on his bed the very first night, why was he scared and confused all of a sudden?

He shook his head and let the thoughts wander free from his mind, deciding to deal with it later in the morning, succumbing to the pleasure that Faith's body gave him as she rode him slowly.

Lena

Lena knew perfectly well that she was not allowed to send nor receive any letters from anyone while was staying in Harry's castle, the Prince even reminded her of that matter himself that same night. But she knew Louis frequented the town very often, mostly to run errands for his mother, and she also knew he would have her back.

She spent the entire night writing to her mother and to a few friends down at the  village. She did not spill any excruciating detail about her present life, especially to her friend, as she knew the rumours around town were the only thing that most people cared about.

The storm came to a halt right before dawn, so she took this opportunity to hand deliver the letter to Louis before the Prince woke. She sealed the letters, put on a long, red hood over her clothes and left her bedroom.

Her faint footsteps echoed through the empty hallway, until she reached the corner leading to Harry's bedroom hall. Her steps were not the only ones heard. But differing from hers, these footsteps were angry, stomping. They grew closer and closer, until a tall, beautiful woman with dark hair, a red face and silk clothing bumped into Lena.