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Harry is dominating the whole fight so it is not surprising when he manages to stab his opponent, sword going right through his chest. Harry removes it and the guy falls, taking his last breaths. Harry goes onto the next and next rebel, slaughtering them. When he kills about six of them, he sees some are not wearing the significant Dead Crows crest.

"Malik! These are not members of Dead Crows!" he screams. Commander Malik is close to him, watching out for the prince in case he needs help or someone comes from behind to attack him.

"Yes, they are! They have a crest on their cloaks!"

"These three do not! They do not even wear the cloaks!" Harry yells. For the first time since he started killing the enemies, he looks around. There are not just his soldiers fighting those without cloaks but those with actual cloaks with Dead Crows crest are fighting against them, too. "It is a double trap! They attacked us at the same time so we would not see the difference between them in the heat of the moment!"

"But they are not working together, no way they would kill each other's members. There are not many rebels left."

"Maybe they are not all rebels," Harry says normally since Zayn is next to him. The two share a look. Maybe the Dead Crows had originally planned this — to dress differently and those who were killed were ready to die — or maybe there is a double attacker.

"Judging by the clothes they are wearing I would say they were hired to assassinate you. The Dead Crows got in the way."

"Should we run?" Harry asks, looking at the slaughter. Dead bodies are everywhere, the ground is soaked with blood like there was bloody rain.

"I can not leave my spot, your highness. And I do not wish for you to go alone."

"Louis Tomlinson!" some big guy yells, he is the tallest of them, the strongest and the deadliest. The boss.

"Who is that?" Harry asks, gulping. The guy is really, really big. Muscles on the whole body, so big they look like they can crush your bone with a little pressure.

"Tomlinson or the huge guy?" Zayn asks, little fear shows on his face. They look at each other.

"Both."

"Well, for the guy I do not know. For Louis Tomlinson, he is the leader of Dead Crows."

"His name sounds hot," Harry blurted out, not the slightest ashamed.

"He is hot," the new voice joins the conversation. They slowly turn their heads to see the huge guy standing in front of them. "He has nice curves, better than females. The way he moves…" the guy slowly exhales, grabbing his crotch. "I almost fucked him once. He hit me for 'inappropriate touches'," the guy says while air quoting the last two words. "Whatever that means."

"It means: I don't like you so don't touch me, dickhead," another voice joins the conversation. The guy smirks and goes to turn around when a sword is shown through his heart. He gasps before falling on his knees, sword sliding out of his body, to reveal a quite short guy. He is smirking, acting like killing a man has not affected him at all, which it did not. "Louis Tomlinson, at your service, your royal prickness," Louis mocks as he dramatically bows. Harry and commander Malik frowns, Malik — first name Zayn — grips his sword tighter in case he needs to attack fast. Louis stands back up. "Looks like we have a situation here."

"There is no 'we'. We are not, in any shape or form, on the same side. I refuse to be, or even think about fighting alongside someone who killed my mother," Harry says, making Louis frown.

"I or my men didn't kill the queen. Why should we? She—" he goes quiet, eyes widening when he almost revealed the most confidential and classified secret, the one he swore not to share if not absolutely necessary.

"You did kill her. When you attacked us when I was 13 summers!"

"How would we kill her when we didn't exist?" Louis argues.

"What?" Harry and Zayn ask.

"The Dead Crows came together 10 summers ago. I have all the paperwork if ya're interested in… somewhere where ya can't know. Plus, how could a, what, 11-year-old lead a rebel group?"

"Not possible. You are mistaken, liar."

"It's possible. Do you need me to do the math for you? When you were 13, I was 11. Your mother was killed when you were 13 and I was 11. The time that has passed since then is 12 years. You are now 25, I am 23. I established the Dead Crows 10 years ago, when I was 13, with the help of my friend who was 26, so he is now 36 and I inherited his group, so I'm actually the official boss for less than a year. But either way, there's no way we could've killed your mother, the Dead Crows were created 2 years later. It's possible."

"Yeah, right. Like we would believe you," Zayn snorts.

Louis raises his sword, going in Zayn's direction. Zayn prepares his sword to defend himself when Louis goes past him. They hear a grunt and a thud. "Ya're welcome. Ya need to be more careful, I'm not going to save yar ass next time," Louis teases.

"Could you, please stop talking like that?!" Harry says frustrated, the 'ya' instead of 'you' rubbing on him the wrong way.

"I just saved yar bestie and ya want me to talk differently? Whatever, I knew I shouldn't help you."

"You did not help us."

"He did save me, Prince Harry," Zayn remembers him.

"I do not care, you should have been more on guard."

"And I should've killed ya both when I had a chance. Luckily for ya, we never even intended to kill ya. C'mon, princely, ya're going with me," Louis says, grabbing Harry's arm.

"Get your dirty sinful hand off me!" Harry yells, offended that the bastard even dared to do that.

"Don't worry, ya'll get yar pretty treatment. I just need ya to blackmail the king," Louis assures.

"No!" Louis looks behind him to see his second in command, who is also his fuck buddy, get stabbed. The guy had tried to save a man and in the process got murdered. The guy was the one who yelled 'no' and is shushed a second later when his throat is sliced open. Louis froze, the scene is awful, almost all of his men are dead or hurt.

"You're coming with me," Louis says in a deadly tone, his accent that he was faking gone. "Not because I want you but because I don't want to die and you have better chances of surviving with me. I know my way around the woods."

"I am not going —"

"Prince Harry," Zayn interrupts. "He is right. Look, they are just coming and coming. Almost all of our and his men are dead. You have to get away when you have a chance. You two go, I will keep them away. But hurry. And if it turns out it is all a setup, I will personally torture and kill you," he says to Louis who nods.

" I would not kill my men just to get him. I always find another way for every situation. This one clearly says run. I'm letting you tag along."

"Zayn—"

"Prince Harry, go. Listen to me for once."

"I always listen," Harry says, masking the sadness he feels. "Be careful, I expect you to live and come get me."

"Louis will probably get you faster to the safe place and castle," Zayn says, nodding his head at the two and facing the path in the woods from where the — assumed — assassins are coming. "Run!"

Louis grabs Harry's hand, dragging him in the opposite direction. They ran through the forest, falling a few times because they tripped over branches or slipped on the leaves. It was, after all, autumn. They stop at the small meadow, stream going through it and into the thick forest, after what seems like an hour of running when it is only around half an hour to 45 minutes.

"I think we escaped them," Harry says, panting.

"Don't say that, that's when usually bad guys come out," Louis scolds Harry. They sit on the grass, exhausted and happy when the assassins did not come. "Is it bad time to say I've never been in this forest before so I don't know where to go?"

"What?!"

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