royal blood | Larry Stylinson (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

There we go :)

Chapter 1 is online! It's a short one, but stay tuned for more! 

My thoughts are with Louis and his family right now. 

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He blinked his eyes open slowly. Dim light was surrounding him and he felt oddly comfortable, warm and considering what had happened to him, strangely safe.

He tried to recollect what happened after he fell, but his mind seemed to go blank right then and there. For a split moment he thought they might have gotten hold of him. Pulled him out of the ocean. But why would they keep him warm and comfortable? Making sure he was kind of safe? They'd tie him up in a filthy hole somewhere.

He crossed this option out, so apparently something different had happened to him. Without any move he took in his surroundings. Well, what he was able to see, from his lying position. It looked like he was in a small wooden shack. The roof, same as the walls were made out of dark wood and out of the corner of his eyes he was able to see different weapons hanging on one of the walls.

Long silver swords, a light brown bow with a quiver filled with arrows, a range of small shiny daggers. He swallowed. The person inhabiting this shack apparently was well aware of how to fight and defend themselves.

He looked to his left side, where the remainders of a fire were glowing dimly next to him. Carrying on down to his own body to check up on his health, the first shock hit him like a slap straight in the face.

There was someone laying on top of him. Arms tightly wrapped around his middle, head with dark wavy hair resting on is chest, one leg slung over his thighs.

The second shock followed suit.

He was stark naked.

A very manly, high pitched scream echoed through the shack and the one sleeping on him jumped up, knees bend, long pointy dagger (wherever he got it from) in his hands, brilliant green eyes scanning the room for intruders or danger.

The guy's hair was short on the sides, longer on top, dark brown and wavy, giving away that if the hair was longer, it would definitely be curly.

Still shocked from what he woke up to he tried to scoot away from the stranger, but had to stop as a sharp pain shot straight through his right leg, making him dizzy and nearly black out.

"I would not advice you to move."

Said the stranger with a very deep and raspy voice, slowly put away his sword, crouching down, hands stretched out in a soothing manner and moved closer to him.

Just like you'd approach an injured animal. He watched as the stranger unwrapped the bandages around his thigh and examined the wound, which started to bleed immediately.

"That's a pretty deep wound you have there. Care to tell me how it happened?"

Green eye guy asked as he dapped a strong smelling tincture on the hurt flesh, not caring for the sharp intakes of breath. He apparently didn't even care that he didn't get an answer, which was all in all not polite at all, considering that he asked nicely.

"Just for the future. You better learn to take my advices, or you will get yourself killed pretty quickly."

He straightened his back and nudged up his chin, holding it high, eying the stranger just like his mother would have done, with disgust.

"Do you even know who you are talking to?" He asked, proud to keep the shake out of his voice.

The stranger laughed as he pulled on a pair of dark leather pants.

"Of course I know who I am talking to, Your Majesty. Or do you prefer Prince Louis, Your Highness?"