{ W } hen I woke up, I didn't know whether I was alive or dead.
I didn't recognize anything, and I couldn't remember what had happened...did the royal family decide I wasn't worth it, and chuck me away..? Did they kill me without thinking for one second? But then I realized I could move my arms, and I was blinking, and I soon came to my senses.
I was in a large room; lying on some large, incredibly soft bed. Much softer than anything I'd ever touched before. The room was large, lavish and white, so pure I worried that just by breathing I would taint it. Frowning I sat up and rubbed my head, blinking a few times when I looked down at myself. My clothes were gone, replaced by some plain grey pants and a shirt. "You had to be changed. You got sick all over you." A low voice said and my eyes snapped up, spotting the man that was at the end of the bed. I instantly recoiled, pulling the blanket over my as my cheeks reddened.
"U-um...w-who're you..?" The man was dressed in a formal black suit, though he didn't wear sunglasses like the men that had taken him to this...place. He let out a breath and walked over to the side of the bed, standing beside me.
"Come on, get up. You have initiation, and the Royals will not be impressed by your absence. They're already irritated that you got sick and have been asleep, so I'd hurry down if I were you. Every minute is a minute that counts," His last sentence made me want to gag. It was the Royal's mantra for the victims, meaning that no matter what, you were being graded, observed. Every moment was critical. I got up and found I was in grey socks as well and I looked back up at the man.
"Where are my things..?" He stared at me blankly and I let out a sigh. Of course I wouldn't have them anymore. He led me over to the door and opened it up for me. Walking down the halls, I felt goose bumps rise up on my skin. My stomach churned and I felt my heart pounding as I looked around. Paintings, large curtains, massive windows lined the walls, along with chandeliers on the ceiling. Everything was so-
"This way," The man said again and gestured to two grand, white doors with shiny handles. I gulped and looked at him.
"Is everyone in there...?"
"I guess you'll have to see." I sigh softly and nod, looking back at the door and let him open it for me.
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This room is probably bigger than three of my entire houses combined. There's a long red carpet that stretches the whole length of the room, but I'm too scared to look up. As I walk in, I can feel eyes staring me down and I rub my arm nervously. There are hushed whispers in the room but they all suddenly stop and I know it must have been the other victims. When the man that had lead me to the room grabbed my arm, I finally let my eyes look up and my breathing hitched in my throat. There were four members of the Royal family; King Styles, Queen Styles, the Prince, and the Princess. None of which were looking at me...except the Prince. "I had him clothed, though he will need to shower soon," The man beside me said and he manuevered me over to a line of seats, where the other patrons were. The one beside me stared at me, and if I was honest it worried me.
"Your name?" A female voice said and I looked up, meeting the Queens gaze. I bowed my head, not sure if I were supposed to stand or not and a guard pushed me off my seat and onto the ground.
"You will kneel before your Queen when addressed to." He said in a firm, deep voice and I nodded, gulping.
"M-My name is Louis Tomlinson, your majesty." I said in a soft voice. I looked up at her and saw her nod; her eyes roaming back over the others. The guard pulled me back up into my seat, just as she flashed a grin.
"Welcome, all of you, to our wonderful palace. It's a pleasure to have you all here, and you all seem like a good and strong group...I know you'll all prove well, and worthy." She said in a grand voice and looked over to the King. He nodded and stood up.
"I'm sure you're all aware that you will remain in our home for one month. You will be trialled, observed my each of us, and a few selected members of my guards. At the end of the month, myself, my family and whichever staff I have selected will come to an agreement on who shall be able to go free. So long as you are obedient, I'm sure you will do nicely," He finished and sat back down in his throne. Then they began calling out names, telling which patron would be mentored by which member of staff or the Royal's, until they finally called my name. I looked up and frowned, getting up and stepping forward like all the rest had done. "Your mentor will be...Prince Harry Styles. You'll be trained to be a personal maid; you will do whatever he wishes and obey his every command. Do you understand?" One of the guards read off of a piece of paper and looked at me. I took in a deep breath and nodded.
"I understand." I let my eyes roam over the line of the Royals till they finally landed on the Prince; however whenever I did, he already seemed to be staring hard at me; his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed as he stared right through me. My cheeks heated up and I quickly looked back down at the ground. Each individual patron then walked up to their mentor and shook their hand, and then I felt someone push my back. "Go and greet your Prince, fool." The guard growled at me and I quickly moved, stepping up the few steps that were before me till I reached the Prince. I quickly kneeled down, bowing my head before looking up and found that he was still staring hard at me. "P-pleasure to meet you, your majesty," I said softly and he curled his upper lip at me.
"It's Your Highness, you idiot. Were you not taught how to address Royalty?" I gulped and shook my head, listening to him sigh. "I guess you'll have to learn." He mumbled and lifted his hand up. I took it in my own, ignoring my pounding heart and pressed a soft kiss to his skin before pulling back, bowing my head again. When I looked up, I thought I saw a strange look glaze over his eyes, but if I did, it went as quickly as it came.
"All patrons! Follow me; I will lead you to your chamber! You all share a room, and you shall only be in there when sleeping." A guard said, and I got back in line to leave until the Prince stood up.
"Wait. Louis will follow me." He said and I held my breath at the sound of his husky voice; it was low and made my skin tingle. It was only when the Prince began to walk in front of me that I realized his attire; he was clad in pristine white dress pants, white boots with a slight heel, and a long sleeve white shirt that had light gold embroidery all over. His hair was perfectly curled, almost bouncing with each step he took, and every move he made seemed smooth but strong...like he had purpose. His green eyes slid over and he looked at me, causing my cheeks to flush and I looked away. He led me silently down a few hallways until he opened a large door, walking into the room. My brow furrowed and I realized it was the room I had been sleeping in.
"E-excuse me, Your Highness...why did you bring me here?" He let out a soft sigh and walked over to the bed, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared me directly in the eyes.
"When we aren't around anyone else, you may call me Harry. Or Sir, whichever you feel more comfortable with...and I brought you here because I let you sleep in my bed. Now I want you to change the sheets, after all, you did throw up, if I've been informed correctly," he spoke and I wanted to groan. I slept in the Princes bed. So humiliating. I nodded, looking down and he turned his head, using his chin to nod at a large cupboard. "There are sheets in there. Hurry up, I'll teach you how to change a bed properly." he said and I licked over my bottom lip and moved over quickly, picking one of the lavender sheets and walked back over to the bed. I began taking the pillows and blankets off, trying my hardest to ignore the fact that he was staring me down. I began putting the sheet over the bed, my cheeks feeling hot under his gaze, but when I had finally begun to put blankets onto the large bed, he moved and suddenly my back was pressed down against the mattress, and the Prince's body was pressed against mine as he pinned my hands above my head. His gaze was harsh as he stared into my eyes. "Why do you keep blushing?" he said in that low, deep tone and I swallowed thickly.
"Y-you're very intimidating, Your Highness." He gripped my wrists tighter.
"What did I tell you to address me as..?" He spoke through clenched teeth and I whimpered softly.
"I'm sorry...Sir." He huffed out a soft breath and I felt it over my face and neck as he looked all over my face; making me feel very naked, even though I was entirely clothed.
"So are you going to tell me the truth..? Why do you keep blushing? Are you gay?" He asked and my eyes widened.
"W-what? I-I swear to you Sir, I didn't lie. No, I'm not." I said and felt my lower lip tremble and I licked over it to try and stop it. He noticed the action and narrowed his eyes, slowly sliding his body off mine.
"I don't believe you..come on. Finish the bed, then you can go." He said and I nodded, moving quickly to finish making the bed. We were silent until I had done and he nodded. "Good work. Outside the door should be my guard; he'll lead you to your quarters." he said and I nodded, quickly bowing and moved to the door. "Oh, Louis," he said and I stopped, turning to look at him.
"Don't tell anyone about anything that just happened. I am you mentor, and everything that we speak of, or do, stays between us. Do you understand?" I nodded and left the room as quickly as I could, because for some strange reason I felt myself tearing up and I couldn't let him see that.
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A/N: SOOOOOOOO that's chapter one, and you've finally been introduced to Prince Harry!!! I know it's not THAT long, and once I find out if people are enjoying it or not, I'll make them longer. What do you think, please comment and tell me. Just bear in mind, I haven't edited this, I really just type and post, I don't stop to look through, so please be kind. This is so interesting for me to write, I have no idea where this is going, and I hope you guys like it so far ^-^
Love ya's ~ Bec