"Your Majesty, Prince Louis, are you awake?" Louis hears as a guard opens the door to his room. Louis sighs and runs a hand through his short, brown hair as he sits on the edge of his king-sized bed. He puts his head in his hands, and rubs his temples gently. This whole prince thing is getting real old, real fast. His father, the king, needs to step down soon because he's getting sicker and sicker. He just doesn't seem to be getting any better. Therefore, Louis would be the next king, since his siblings weren't old enough yet. The thing is, his parents expect him to marry, but not just marry anybody. They expect him to marry Princess Eleanor of the Southern Isles. Jokes on them, though, because Louis is far from marrying anybody, let alone a woman. Louis sighs again,getting up from his bed. He waves the guard off. "I'm awake now" he says with his thick Doncaster accent. Once the guard leaves, he goes over to his large mirror/desk. He sits in his chair and looks at his reflection in the mirror. He looks tired. He is tired. He's tired of all the prince bullshit. He rustles his hair a bit to make it look more presentable. He rolls his eyes and gets up again, going to his big walk-in closet. He grabs his grey beanie and puts it on. He then grabs a plain, white t-shirt and some ripped, black skinny jeans, putting them on before going to one of the drawers in his mirror/desk and grabs his Clark Kent-like, black glasses, putting them on. He looks at himself in the mirror again and smiles a bit. This is what he would like for a while. To just be a normal human without having to worry about becoming the next king or who he's going to marry. He nods and then grabs his bag and his wallet, quietly walking out of his room and down the grand staircase to the front door. One of the guards looks at him, but he gives them a look. The guard backs down because he knows what's happening. Sort of.
He starts off down the path into the village. He looks at the scenery around him and smiles to himself. He's always loved how England looked with it's green grasses and colorful trees. The trees are beautiful orange, yellow, and red tones because of the Autumn season it is now. He feels the cool breeze on his face and closes his eyes for a moment just to breathe in the fresh air. He smiles to himself again and looks down while walking. Suddenly, a person runs into him and they both fall over, knocking the grey beanie Louis was wearing, off his head. He shakes his head and grabs his beanie, putting it back on his head then looks over to the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. He seems to be around twenty years old. Maybe twenty-two? He has curly hair with ragged clothes on. Ragged as in ripped, black pants and an over-sized dirty, very dirty, white shirt. Louis gets up and walks over to him. "Hey, mate, are you okay? You were running pretty fast and fell hard." He said in his thick Doncaster accent. The curly-haired boy blushes and looks down then looks up at the prince. Louis raises an eyebrow and holds out his hand to help him up. "Need some help, there?" The boy blushes again and grabs Louis' hand, standing up and brushing his clothes off. "Whatcha running from?" Louis asks, trying to make conversation with the cute boy. Harry chuckles lightly and bows his head slightly "Wouldn't the prince like to know?" Harry glances up at Louis' wide eyes. How did this random commoner know that Louis was the prince when he was dressed like this? Harry chuckles again "Pardon me, Prince Louis, but I do have some place to be." Harry walks around Louis and wanders off into the distance. Louis blinks a few times as he looks after him. He looks towards the village then towards where he sees the boys' figure was disappearing. "Wait up!" He calls out and runs to catch up to him. Harry huffs lightly and rolls his eyes, wrapping his coat tighter around him. The prince can't know what he's just done. He just wanted to feed his family. Louis soon catches up to him and grabs his arm lightly, making the bread fall from Harry's arms. Harry gasps lightly and grabs the bread, looking at Louis. "Your majesty..I just want to feed my family. Please, punish me, not them." Louis looks at him then the bread, confused at first, but then it all comes to him. He smiles softly and went to him. "Don't worry, love. I won't tell anyone." Harry lets out a breath and nods. "Thank you, your majesty." Harry turns and starts walking again. Louis rolls his eyes and calls out to him "Call me Louis!" Harry turns around and winks. "You gotcha, Lou!" With that, Harry's figure was disappearing around a corner and Louis was left there standing what just happened.
