"Psst.."Harry stirred in his sleep, but still hadn't open his eyes. "Harry. Love, get up." His eyes fluttered open to see Louis's soft smiling face.

"Louis?" His voice hoarse and confused.

"Umm...can I-uh-ask you something?" Louis asked nervously, looking anywhere but in Harry's eyes.

Too dazed partially by sleep and mainly by the close proximity of Louis ,he just nodded.

"What would you do if I kissed you ...?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Even in the dark, Harry could make out the bright smile that made its way on Louis's face and the blue in his eyes which shined due to the moonlight. Harry could feel his own face lightning up and the butterflies going wild in his stomach not only cause of excitement for his first kiss, but also nervousness.

But all his worries seemed to vanish as Louis leaned in. He could feel Louis's breath on his lips and as their lips brushed, he could feel the tingles of pleasure.

When his lips were finally on Louis's, it felt much better than he had imagined. He did not 'see' any fireworks or such as he had read in some books, but felt his whole body exploding like one.

As Louis's slightly rough lips moved around his soft ones, he realized how perfectly they fit together.

He moaned as Louis licked and tugged slightly on his bottom lips, foreign to the way his body was starting to heat up and opened his mouth. Louis slipped his tongue in and cupped the back of Harry's neck and tilted it for a better angle.

Harry's hand flew up to his master's hair, tugging it, loving the softness between his fingers and way Louis's tongue lapped every bit of his mouth.

Before he could taste Louis's mouth since the general didn't even give him a chance -already taking the dominance- Louis's lips left his making him aware of his breathlessness.

"That was my first kiss. Thank you for making it so beautiful."

Louis didn't waste any second after that and dived in again and as Harry tried to pry his mouth with his tongue, he could feel him smirk and pull away only to attack Harry's jaw.

The move was a bit rough, but loved by Harry nonetheless as he moaned and threw his head back giving Louis more access.

"Gosh! You have no idea how long I've waited for this." Louis mumbled against Harry's neck.

Harry opened his mouth to say that the desire has been mutual, but his words were cut off as Louis bit the skin, "Aah.."

Light whimpers and moans escaped his mouth as Louis worked his way of marking Harry's neck.

As Louis was go-

"Hey Curly, get up !" Louis's loud whisper woke Harry up whose eyes widened.

Louis quickly shut Harry's mouth with his hand, ignoring how he felt touching Harry's plum lips, which had to be the softest ones he had ever felt, as he thought the prince might scream.

"Ssshhh..." Louis moved his index finger to his mouth motioning his student to keep quite.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked as Louis moved his hand away from his mouth when he felt Harry relaxed.

Harry could feel his face heat up by blushing and he thanked the lord that it was dark in the late night so his master couldn't see his flushed face and his 'hard' problem under the sheets. This wasn't the first time he had a dream like this in the past couple of weeks.

"Get dressed and meet me outside."

Before he could question anything, Louis had already left him alone in the darkness of his room.

After splashing himself with cold water to calm his nerves and compose himself, trying hard not be disappointed as his dream wasn't a reality, he dressed and left the room.

"So wh-"

"Shush. Keep your voice down!" Louis whisper-yelled turning towards Harry who looked like a sleepy kitten with his curls all over the place. He willed himself not to coo and tuck Harry in his arms at the sight before him.

"If this is some sort of training shit, I swear I will slap you."

"Oh just shut up, you know you won't do that. The only thing you wanna slap is my ass."

And there it goes again, Louis's flirty remarks, Harry's blushing face, Louis's smirk and both of them's self - control to not jump at each other.

"Follow me." Louis said turning on his heels and frantically looking left and right for any guards.

"Aren't you the general. You're acting as if you wanna steal something." Harry retorted at Louis's strange behaviour, but whispered and followed him nonetheless.

"What if I do wanna steal something?" Louis smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Oh really, what?"

"Your heart."

And as if on cue, Harry's heartbeat picked up it's pace. But before he could respond, Louis hissed back at him, "Come on, move your legs faster. We haven't got the whole night, princess."

Harry looked down and bit his bottom lips to hide his blush, jogging towards Louis who had mysteriously moved way ahead of him.

"Woah woah. Hold up, Satan. We're not going in there?" Harry said stopping in front of the northern wing of the palace where he had witnessed his mother's portrait.

"Oh, like we already haven't done that." Louis said in a light teasing tone, but soon turned serious after seeing a sad and scared expression on Harry's face. "I won't let anything happen to you. Trust me, I just want to show you something."

Harry's heart fluttered in his chest on hearing Satan's soft words. He didn't really wished to go in there knowing he might not be able to hold back his tears seeing his mother's portrait and also if Louis leaves him alone...again.

He sighed heavily, but entered as Louis pushed open the gigantic doors which luckily did not groan as it was probably opened after a very long time. Actually, not so long anymore.

Harry stood quietly as Louis weirdly inspected the wall next to the portrait. The young prince was rocking back and forth on his feet, eyes drooping back to sleep since it was already past midnight.

A gasp escaped from the boy's lips as he saw a part of a wall open up leading a secret pathway.

"After you, my lady." Louis voice snapped him back to reality.

He playfully shoved Louis, while walking towards the the narrow stairway. Nowadays, Harry found reasons to touch Louis, whether it's a 'subconscious' lean towards him when he speaks or a brief touch to his strong arms while laughing too hard.

As Harry climbed up the staircase, which could only manage one person at a time due it's small area, Louis shamelessly checked his thick thighs and butt, wondering how his delicious love handles would feel.

"Umm Louis, I can't see anything."

"Wait. I'm coming ." Louis climbed up and bought the lantern up with him, which was already placed in the room due to his previous quest to explore the room.

The only source of light available was very dim,
making it difficult for Harry to see anything while Louis could make out the black outline of Harry's figure. Thanks to his training which made him accustomed to have a decent vision in the dark.

After the sudden brightness by the lamp, Louis turns to look at Harry and gasps inwardly. His moss green eyes were now shining and the colour prominent in the light glow and his lips red and a bit swollen from getting up in the middle of the night with a perfect pale skin to contrast. Even his slight freckles seemed perfect.

'He looks like an angel'

The general's admiration was soon broken by Harry's screech and launching himself in Louis arms, who stumbled back a bit with surprise, but wrapped his arms around Harry feeling like this is where is belongs.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"A rat. Eww, he touched me! I hope he didn't bit me." Harry was terrified of rats ever since he was bitten by one when he was eight. That's why he likes cats.

Louis chuckled but tighten his arms around Harry. He never thought he would be thanking the timid furry creature this much in his whole life. Something about having the prince in his arms made it feel right. He never wished to let go and he didn't.

Till Harry did, who may or may not have overreacted a bit by snuggling his face in Louis's neck to breathe his scent which always made him feel safe and hold on a bit longer. But, the fear of rejection which he might face if Louis pulled back made him pull back first.

The silence between them was awkward and Harry tried breaking it by clearing his throat and asking, "So, what is that you want to show me?"

"Uh, yeah that." Louis had to shake his head to break out of his daze.

He lead Harry to a chest whose lock was already open. "How can a chest be left open like this in the castle? What if it held precious jewelries?"

"It wasn't. I broke it."

"How did you do it, though? The lock must have been huge." Harry asked as he looked down on the lock, which was bigger than his hands.

"You underestimate me, Curly." Louis tsked. "I have my ways." He winked and turned his back on Harry.

While opening the chest, the prince couldn't help but drool over his master's flexing back and arm muscles which were almost bulging out of his fit undershirt.

The groan of the cupboard on opening made Harry snap out of his wild thoughts and look down at his feet, blushing furiously.

"I brought you here to show you this." Louis said motioning towards the contents placed inside. "I thought you might appreciate it."

Harry gasped as his eyes peered inside, "H-how...I thought I'd lost all these forever.." He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his deceased mother's belongings.

Her clothes were still hanging on the side, while the other side was filled with some of her jewelries, comb and a small box.

"Oh" Harry said looking at his mother's possessions. His sleep long gone now.

Louis' smile fell as he saw Harry's eyes tear up. He decided to stay silent though.

The boy traced his mother's face with his index finger over a framed family picture.

"Family is the most important thing.Never go against your family, Harry." She used to say.

But she forgot to tell him about what to do when his family went against him.

He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a lump in his throat rise.

'Don't cry, don't fucking cry.' He told himself.

His eyes then fell on the little wooden sword.

"I don't like fighting, mother." He had said, pouting, sitting next to his mother and throwing the little wooden sword his father gave him, after a long lecture about how he was supposed to defeat kingdoms when he grew up.

"Is that so,love?" She'd asked, caressing his curls with a gentle smile on her face.

"I don't get it! Why can't they bake cakes and give it to people! It'll be so much better!" He said, throwing his hands in the air.

"You fight for the things you love. Your father fights for the kingdom because he loves it."

"But I don't love the kingdom." The 8 year old said crossing his arms across his chest.

"Then find something to fight for, or better find someone to fight for."

Harry couldn't hold it back anymore, he broke down.

Louis lunged forward, it was an impulse, and held Harry before he fell down on his knees.

"I mis-miss h-her so mu-much." He hiccuped in Louis's shoulder while gripping Louis' forearm.

The general held him tightly, his arms securely around Harry's waist. His hands caressing through Harry's curls.

Louis didn't say anything, just kept holding him. It broke his heart to see the dimpled giggling prince cry.

"Sometimes I think-k things wou-would have been better i-if she was still here." Harry said again, tears pouring down his cheeks.

Louis rubbed his back gently.

"I know I'm not the king's actual child, but so is Gemma ! Then why-why does everyone love her and not me ...why do they hate me? What have I done? Mom never compared me to her and now the only person who loved me is gone. But this is all I get. I should-should be a better a son. I should stop being so ..so useless."

"Don't say that Harry." Louis said, softly, "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever met. If anyone hates you, which is hardly possible after seeing those lovely dimples then they're stupid and jealous because if someone like you stopped being you, you'd deprive the world of one great human being."

"You really think so?" Harry sniffled, pulling back from the hug.

Louis tucked a piece of Harry's curls and smiled.

"I know so."

Harry smiled back, his heart warming. Louis wasn't Satan after all.

"C'mon lets get out of here." Louis said, holding Harry's hand and pulling him out. Harry followed.

"You know, there was this one time I pissed in my neighbours garden?"

Harry barked out a laugh, covering his mouth with the hand that wasn't holding Louis's. The general felt proud and satisfied to make Harry laugh.

They walked down the corridor of the palace, hand in hand.

"No kidding, right on her favourite plant. She was so pissed...." Louis trailed off looking at the Royal garden in front of him.

"No Louis no.." Harry said, trying not to laugh.

"Louis yes." Louis said grinning, unzipping his pants.

Harry covered his eyes and shrieked, "You can't just get naked like that!"

"You can look, I have no shame. My butt is amazing I know." Louis said, peeing in the bushes.

"You're such a narcissist . You do remember that you're peeing in the garden of the place you should be protecting." Harry said, grinning.

And if Harry sneaked a glance of Louis's ass no one has to know.

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The past week had been Harry's and Louis' best week since his arrival, so far.

The master was having a hard time spending even a minute without making sure his student's well being.

After realizing that Harry wasn't actually related to the king and had no clue as so what kind of a horrible monster his stepfather really is, Louis decided to terminate the Mission Put My Cock In The Boy With Curly Locks.

The innocent prince doesn't deserve that, oh lord no! He deserves the world and way more. He deserves someone who gives his everything he needs and makes love to him. Louis isn't that cruel.

The thought made a pang of jealousy rise in Louis's head, but he brushed it off.

So what if he gets jealous, anyone would ...Harry is such an incredible person with a kind heart of which the world is unworthy of. Whoever gets to kiss him, hold him, be loved by him would probably win at life.

And one thing Louis knows for sure is, he might face victory in the battlefield, but he failed himself and probably his family the day he decided to devote his whole life to become a killer.

All these thoughts and emotions scared him, so he did what he was best at, bury those and made his way to the library.

He couldn't help the grin that made its way on his face seeing Harry's back facing him, those curls wildly all over his head. It was impossible to not feel their softness under his fingertips, so he ruffled it and sat next to Harry.

Louis's smile dropped as he saw Harry's frown.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"No-nothing. Just you know, reading." Harry was a terrible liar and Louis could see right through it.

"Come on, let's go." Louis said getting up.

"Umm.. Where? And why?"

"Just trust me, Curly." Harry's heart fluttered in his chest hearing the nickname.

"What's with you and taking me to places?"

Louis smirked, but didn't reply and just grabbed Harry's wrist.

It wasn't like Harry was disabled and couldn't walk or was not following him, he just felt like doing it.

Why? He doesn't know. But, fuck it, he'll just do cause he wants to and it wasn't like Harry minded.

"Huh, Louis why have you bought me to the kitchen?"

Louis still doesn't answer him. He lets go of Harry's wrist, which felt cold without Louis's warmth and turns towards the servants working in the kitchen.

"Everybody, you'll are dismissed till the evening!" The dominance in Louis's voice went straight towards Harry's groin.

After everybody left, Louis turned and locked the kitchen door.

"Louis, what are you doing?"

"We, princess, are baking. Well, you are since you love doing it and unlike me won't set the kitchen on fire."

Harry felt like crying upon hearing Louis's words. No one likes him baking, cooking or even going in the kitchen. He was not allowed to after his mother's death. "Thank you, Louis."

"I didn't do this for you. I did it for eating cupcakes. So start baking and stop talking. Feed your master whose dying of starvation." Harry chuckled and shook his head fondly at Louis.

"As much as I would love to bake, the king will kill me if he comes to know about this."

"Don't worry about that, he's gone off for some work. Will be back at dinner time."

Seeing the conflict on Harry's face, Louis said, "Hey, don't worry about anything. Even if the king or anyone comes to know, which I'm pretty sure won't happen. But if it does than I'll take the blame."

"Why will you do that?" Harry scrunched up his face in confusion.

"Because, I think you deserve to be yourself Harry. You need to stop being so damn self-giving all the time and do whatever that makes you the happiest." The sincerity in Louis's voice made his knees weak and the butterflies to go wild in his stomach.

After finding and collecting all the ingredients, Harry turned towards Louis who was looking like a lost puppy. "Why don't you whisk this batter?"

Harry then busied himself with putting the kettle on stove. He then turned towards Louis, who was just standing where he left him with calculating look on his face.

Harry's chuckle made Louis look up sheepishly. "How do you whisk?"

"You're telling me that the 'deadliest' swordsman who singlehandedly defeated 10 soldiers doesn't even know basic cooking techniques." Harry tsked.

"Oh just shut up, Harold and show me." Louis teasingly rolled his eyes.

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Louis ate almost all the cupcakes moaning and muttering how good they were while Harry just ate two or three with his cheeks aching from how wide he'd been smiling. They were now seated on the bench in the royal garden looking at the sunset.

Harry turned towards Louis, who looked breathtakingly gorgeous with his sun-kissed skin glowing in the dim sunlight.

"Today is my mother's death anniversary."

"Oh" Louis was a bit taken back by Harry's words, but felt happy that Harry shared this with him. "Then why is the king and your sister out socializing instead of being here with you."

Harry chuckled humourlessly, "They forgot."

Louis eyes soften and he felt the strong need to comfort Harry, but he resisted. He shouldn't, he can't cross boundaries. Even though Louis knows what it feels like to lose a mother and not have your family, but Harry has it worst, his family was amazing and couldn't be here unlike Harry's who despite being physically present were emotionally more or less dead.

"But, it's fine. I'm used to it by now." Harry said wiping away the tear which involuntary had slipped. "And at least, I'm not alone this time, I have you."

"I'll always be there." Louis said and it was true, in the past week he had almost made a fool out of himself every minute just to make Harry laugh or smile. And Harry laughed at all his jokes, even the ones which didn't make Niall laugh.

"For the first time, I've spend this day relishing all the good memories I have of her instead of mourning her loss."

"Harry, your mother's soul will be at peace seeing you happy."
Louis said gently.

"I know. But it's difficult to when I'm all alone." Harry said with a sad smile.

Louis couldn't take it anymore, he lunged forward to hug Harry tight as if all his past sufferings could melt away by Louis's embrace.

"My mum was the one who taught me how to bake. Today was the first day I baked after her passing away. Thank you for making that possible." Harry muttered in Louis's chest.

"Stop thanking me you idiot." Louis said, who felt his eyes welling up hearing the genuine appreciation in Harry's voice.

They both pull apart from the hug on seeing a servant coming towards them. "The king has requested for your presence at the dinner table, General."

The sudden drop of Harry's smile didn't go unnoticed by Louis. "Tell him, I've already eaten."

Harry's eyes bulged out of his sockets as the servant walked away. "When did you eat your dinner! You can't just deny the king, Louis. If he comes to know -"

"Hey, if they can dine without you, then I sure as hell can without them."

Harry blushed and looked down as his heart warmed with Louis words. "But I'm going to be there this time."

"No you won't, they don't deserve you Harry. Now let's go and have dinner in the library." Harry beamed cause the library was one of his favorite places to eat and now he didn't have to be alone since he had Louis by his side.

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