Escape

Chapter 3

She walked into the room with confusion. Her eyebrows had come to look permanently angry. She closed her eyes for a second, counting to ten to stay calm.

The room she stood in was stunning; it was almost as big as an entire apartment with a marble floor. In the middle, a cute salon table with a round couch was visible. A warming fireplace. Dozens of comfy pillows. Pictures in every shape. They were mostly hers. The carpet was made of a wolf's coat, which she liked the most. In the back of the room, there she stood, holding in her anger towards Louis.

"What did I hear from your mother?" She said calmly, but Louis knew she was angry. "I can explain", he replied, his arms behind his back. For a change, he wore his grey sweat pants and a green oversized hoodie he felt comfortable in. He knew he wasn't supposed to. "You have nothing to explain, Louis. You brought a bloody poor white male in here! Look at him!" On the king sized bed, Harry was sleeping. At least he hoped he was. "And what the hell are you wearing! That's not appropriate for you as a prince".

Arabella was her name, and she was bloody bossy, Louis thought. She wasn't the girl she used to be before their marriage. Louis was never the kind of person to marry at a young age, but his mother insisted on it. She asked Arabella, a beautiful young lady to marry Louis. A prince needed a princess, so she thought.

"I know Ara," He replied calmly. "Don't call me that!" She yelled, tears almost escaping her eyes. "I'm so done with you Louis". She left the room, mumbling curse words underneath her breath. Louis should have just left the boy at the Devil's tree. But there was something about him that was odd. He had never seen such a person, so pure. There were many homeless people on the island of Eroda, but the boy didn't look like he was. All alone, Louis found him sinking in the ground against the Devil's tree. He couldn't just let him die?

The island of Eroda had it's own way of reality. Everything was different here. When they speak of normal, they mean mood doesn't exist. Everyone is used to being empty and grey. Even though rain doesn't exist, the warmth of the bright sun wouldn't change their mood. The island lay under a terrible curse and this was one of the consequences.

The clock struck half past six in the early evening. Harry had woken up, confused as he watched his surroundings. He couldn't remember why he was laying here, or what had happened yesterday. His head was pounding, almost as if it were to explode. He made his way to the sink next to the king sized bed when he realised he didn't wear his own clothes. His torn-up shirt had been replaced with a thin blue bathrobe. He had to find out where he was. His legs walked its way to the door but found it locked as he pulled the knob.

Louis had heard Harry trying to open the door. He unlocked it and found Harry drinking water, slowly lurking it from his hands which were formed in a cup. Harry was startled as he saw the prince entering the room, his crown neatly placed on his head. Louis realised he was even shorter than Harry.

"Sorry", Harry immediately apologised. "I was thirsty", he mentioned, slighly grinning, but Louis' face muscles didn't move. "Don't worry," He replied. "I brought you some leftovers from dinner". A cart with bowls and plates on top of it was brought in. To Harry's confusion everything was so fancy placed on the plates. He grabbed the first plate and ate every little piece. His hands were all dirty, since he forgot to eat with fork and knife. His hunger wouldn't let him think straight.

"Don't you have manners?" Harry heard a female voice. Louis eyes rolled back as he saw Arabella, her face showing that she was annoyed. "Don't mind her," Louis said, rolling his eyes. "I beg you pardon?" She replied. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Arabella, Princess of Eroda and this man's husband". "Louis." He said, reaching out his hand to Harry. "Pleasure to meet you". Arabella pushed his hand away. "Love, you don't know where those hands have been". She said, as she grabbed some hand sanitizer. "What's that supposed to mean!" Harry looked up. "No offense though", Arabella replied. "Don't listen to her", Louis whispered.

The girl in front of him looked stunning. Quite tall, with long dark blonde hair. She didn't wear a crown like Louis did. Her dark brown eyes showed no sign of emotion, which annoyed Harry. He thought ot made a girl less attractive.

Harry took a good look on Louis. He was quite short, he must admit. But his arms were muscular and full of tattoos. Just like Harry's. His foster parents were never happy about it, but Harry didn't really care. He loved the thought of having his own journal carved onto his body. Louis had quite long hair for a man. His brown locks were placed over one eye. They seemed to be ocean blue. Harry liked that colour.

Louis left the room to get his jacket. He always went out in the evening to get some air and look at the stars. It was his favorite time of the day. With him leaving the room, Harry was now stuck with Arabella who took a seat on the bed.

"So Harry, isn't it?" She said. "Found your name in your dirty torn-up shirt". Her eyes met his. "Nobody passes the reef, Harry. So I don't know what you're doing here, or how you passed it, but you better find out. You must have a purpose".