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Gondor Palace-Harry Work Office
Harry sits in his office with a heavy head. His mother's funeral just passed, and he needs to rearrange some of the positions in Gondor's Court. He wants to eliminate the last of the Cendric family in the Royal Court. Their extended family members are either demoted or forced out of the Capital. The other councils and followers are exiled or killed. It seems cruel, but this is the only way to prevent a later threat.
"Take these documents back to my room. I'll review them tonight," Harry instructed William.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Do you need me to summon another butler?"
"No need. I'll take a brief break. Then, I'll visit Liam and Niall." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
William left to do what Harry asked.
Liam and Niall are still recovering from their postpartum phase. It has been two months since they welcomed their three children. Liam is recuperating nicely, and the High Consort was permitted to perform light activities. Meanwhile, the recovery process for Niall has been more difficult because of the premature and problematic labor. Niall's body will need time to recover, so the healers and midwives have placed the youngest Prince on strict bed rest.
Almost every day, Harry would take time to visit Liam, Niall, and his children before bed. Except, the King's free time is becoming rare these days. The aristocrats and noblemen are trying to rain havoc on Harry's life. Frankly, it's getting on his nerves. Harry couldn't believe why his father kept some of these old (cranky) men who couldn't stop themselves from having an opinion on everything and everyone, even when it was none of their business. But it doesn't matter because they will not remain in court for much longer. Harry has a list of who he wants to be replaced and dismissed; he will announce it in two days. He just has to rearrange a few things, appoint new people, and create a new dynamic for his court. This will be Harry's second influential political action since becoming King of Gondor. The first was when he replaced the entire Royal Counsel days after he was crowned.
Consorts Quarters-Zayn Suite/Bedchamber
Zayn returns to his bedchamber to see his husband still actively working.
"Harry,"
Harry looks up from his papers. "Zayn, sweetie," he stands. "Where's Gemma?"
"I let her sleep in the nursery tonight. " Zayn looks at Harry's desk. "Looks like you could use some help."
"I am a little overwhelmed," Harry sighs.
Zayn walks around the desk, places his hands on Harry's shoulders, and massages them gently. "We know you've been working very hard. If there's anything I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask."
Harry takes Zayn's hand and has his husband sits on his lap.
"The new proposition I'm about to announce will require me to remove many counsels and aristocrats. Among some of them are your father's higher-ups. How would you feel if I appointed your father to a court position?" Zayn's father is the only person amongst his consort's guardians not to be from a line of high aristocracy or nobility. It's time Harry gives the House of Malik some representation at the Royal Court. The King knows his consort could live for the lesser things, but he still wants to provide his in-laws with the rightful recognition. Lord Malik contributed his entire life to the kingdom. He deserves the honor.
"Harry, you know I don't have an opinion about these affairs. You're allowed to do whatever you think is best." Zayn avoids Harry's eyes.
"But I want to hear what you have to say," Harry makes Zayn look at him.
Zayn takes a breath. "I think it's a bad idea."
"Why?"
"My father isn't a well-socialized person. I don't think life at court will suit him, nor my stepmother. I didn't spend too much time with my father while I was at home, but I know he enjoys the ordinary life. He would much rather be a common man than a Lord."
"You never speak much about your family."
"There's not many things to say. My mother passed when I was too young to know what death was. And I guess my father didn't know how to explain the rules of life to us, so he didn't say anything. My sister and I depended on each other for emotional support. One day, my father came home with my stepmother and told us he remarried. I never saw their wedding."
"We're you happy?"
"I didn't know how to feel. At first, I was upset because I thought my father was forgetting our mother. But one day, I visited my mother's grave and saw my father. He was crying against my mother's headstone. I guess he isn't good at expressing his emotions."
"He sounds like someone I know," Harry looks at Zayn adoringly.
"I guess I'm a lot like my father. I couldn't help but wonder what it is like to grow up with both parents. My stepmother wasn't a bad person, but I feel she could do without us. Maybe it's because I never let her into my space. She did her best to care for my sister and me, but we treated her like a stranger in our home. Everyone was tiptoeing around each other, and whenever my father was home, we expected him to leave the next morning. And I think he preferred that routine."
"Why do I have a feeling that your father is avoiding his family?"
"Maybe he is. With me gone from the estate, I would like to think that he stopped running, but from what my sister wrote, he's still throwing himself at work and refuses to remain at home for too long."
"You haven't seen your sister in a long time. You can invite her to stay with you in the palace for a few days if you want."
"Waliyha is about to be married."
"Married? I thought your sister was going to join the scholar institution."
"My sister found young love. My father disapproved of their union, but she made up her mind. I received a message from Waliyha two days ago, asking for my blessing. I gave it to her." Waliyha and Zayn were very close at a young age. The Young Lady Malik looks up to her older brother more than her father, so it doesn't matter that their father doesn't approved. She only cares about her brother's acceptance. "I will need to leave in a few days to be a witness at their wedding."
"That seems a bit of a rush." If Harry knows anything about weddings, they're tedious and require time. Rushed weddings are often avoided because it's a stress magnet unless you are truly running out of time or can't afford to wait.
"Waliyha has her reasons. And I want to be there with her."
"Why don't we have the wedding held inside the palace?"
"The palace? But the palace has never hosted any non-royalty wedding. My sister's husband is the son of a magistrate. Thank you for your kind offer, Harry. But it wouldn't be proper for them to have their ceremony here," Zayn denies.
"Waliyha is my sister-in-law. She's entitled to be treated as a member of the Royal Family. And your sister deserves a respectable wedding. I know you're worried about our reputation, but I will not allow anyone in this court to speak ill of your sister. You can rest assured." The scariest thing in the Royal Court isn't the responsibility or etiquette, but the whisper that spreads among the aristocrats. Those hearsay are more deadly than venom and can kill the strongest nobleman.
Zayn shakes his head. "Harry, I don't know-"
"No, you're not allowed to decline. As you said, this is Waliyha's choice. Why don't we let her decide? If she doesn't want to have her ceremony at the palace, I won't push for it. But this is my proposal to her," Harry insists.
Zayn sighs. "Alright. You win."
Harry chuckles. "I don't win. I persevere." He closes the gap between them and kisses Zayn.
They haven't been intimate in so long that Harry can feel an ache every time he's close to Zayn. The King can't help but bring his hand up to the back of Zayn's neck to deepen their kiss. Harry wants to soak up every inch of his consort's lips and takes his breath away completely. Zayn had to lightly push his husband's chest to separate them.
"Harry, I want you," Zayn shoves his face into Harry's neck.
"Are you certain you're ready, Zayn?" Harry asks. They haven't engaged in anything more than kisses, hugs, and cuddles since Gemma was born. So Harry needs to make sure that Zayn really wants this.
"I am," Zayn is still trying to catch his breath while rubbing his face against the side of Harry's neck like a kitten.
Harry feels the ache intensifies. He wants to touch his husband eagerly but needs to approach this prompt gently. Their first time since the birth of their little goddess is paramount, so it's crucial that he exercise patience. "Did you consult the healers?"
"Harry, it's been a year. My body recovered a long time ago."
"I don't mean physically. I know you're body is fine, but what about your mind? Are you mentally ready?"
"I am. But can we go slow? I want you to make love to me." Zayn sits up and faces Harry.
"You mean you want to make love with me."
Zayn shakes his head. "No, I need you to do all the work tonight."
Harry laughs. "And here I thought you wanted to help me relax," he reaches for Zayn's mouth and traces the outline of Zayn's lips.
"I want to help you relax, but I might need a reminder on how to do it?"
"Oh, don't worry. It's pure instinct." Harry closes the distance and kisses his third husband again. "I can guide you," he says against Zayn's lips.
"Please do," Zayn moans into Harry's mouth. They're so close he can sense his husband's breath.
"Come here," Harry lifts Zayn from his lap and carries the Prince in his arms as he makes one straight line to the bed. Harry gently places his husband on the bed and covers Zayn's body with his own. "How do you want to do it?"
"You on top. Facing me,"
"As you wish, sweetie," Harry kisses his lips, cheeks, and neck. He opens Zayn's shirt and caresses his chest, giving both breasts his attention.
"I miss this," Zayn moans.
"Just wait, sweetheart. We're just getting started." Harry tore Zayn's shirt and threw it off the bed. He helps himself to his husband's inviting torso.
"It doesn't look the same, does it?" Zayn looks down at his stretch marks. Carrying Gemma has left many marks on his body. Even though they aren't extremely apparent, they remain obvious on his skin.
"You're body looks like one of a mother." Harry kisses one of his marks. "A papa," he kisses Zayn's belly button. "A husband," his waist. "And lover," Harry breathes over his husband's clothed manhood.
Zayn takes a sharp breath.
A few moments later.
"AAA...Harry..." Zayn moans loudly. "So deep...aaa...uuummm...please...you're so big...I want more!!!...PLEASE...AAA..." The Honor Consort is actively riding his husband's cock.
"I thought you wanted me on top, sweetie. Rrrggg...!" Harry moves his hips according to the speed set by his third husband. The King watches as Zayn lifts himself from his manhood and lands on it, inserting Harry's cock into the deepest corner of himself.
"I-I...I miss you so much! I want more...AAHH!!!" Zayn allows his bodily needs to take over. He finds himself sitting on top of his husband and devouring all the pleasure Harry is willing to give, which is everything. Zayn hasn't felt like this in a long time. It's like an itch that only Harry can scratch. "Aaahhhh! I want it! I want you...Harry...please...I miss you...so much...aaa...umm...mmmnnn...please don't stop..." Zayn wants his husband to remain deep inside of him. Harry makes him feel so good. Their connection makes the Prince feels like he's on cloud nine. He wants more of Harry. Zayn needs it. His husband makes him feel so amazing!!!
"MMMM! Umm...and here I thought we were taking it slow. Zayn, you really know how to lure me in without too much work." Harry sits up and wraps an arm around his husband's waist, helping him move faster.
"I can't...I can't stop!!!" Zayn shakes his head desperately. "It's too...too good...AAAHH!!!"
"Do you like it?"
"...Y-Yes..." Zayn nods. "I love it!!"
"Great! That's all that matters. Mmnn!" Harry picks up the pace, jamming himself harder into Zayn.
Zayn tightens his walls around Harry's throbbing manhood. "Harry...I love it...you feel so good...aaa...I want more...mmmnnnn...it's not enough...ahaha...I want all of you..."
Harry knows what Zayn wants but can't give it to him tonight. Zayn told him earlier that he wasn't ready for another child. So he won't be releasing inside his consort tonight.
"Zayn, listen," Harry grabs Zayn's cock and strokes it from base to tip. "Feel me. Take me in deeper." The King moves his hips at a lightning pace, hitting that sensitive spot inside Zayn's inviting cavern. "Come for me!"
"AAA...Harry...I-I-uh! Harry...you're getting too big...AAHH!! AAA...UM...MMM...AAAAHHH!!! HARRY!!!" Zayn presses the daylight out of Harry's manhood and climaxes between them.
Harry couldn't delay his climax either. He thrusts a few more times and releases himself outside of Zayn.
It took Zayn several minutes to recover from their finish. He leans against Harry's chest for support.
"You didn't come inside of me," the Prince pants.
"I didn't want you to regret it. You're not ready to become with child again. Rather not take the risk," Harry explains.
"Thank you, Harry. I don't know what I'll do without you." Zayn kisses Harry's neck.
"You'll be a mess."
"I am a mess." Zayn hints at the product of his release on their stomachs.
"You did make quite a mess of yourself," Harry laughs. "Must've been hard keeping it in for months," he teases.
Zayn punches his back playfully.
They had a peaceful moment embracing each other.
"Harry, we should-"
"PAPA!"
"Your Highness!" The attendants rush to stop the Princess from entering the consort's bedchamber.
The door opens.
"It's Gemma!" Harry panicked. He grabbed the duvet and rolled them off the bed.
Zayn and Harry fell off the bed with a 'thump' and rapidly scrambled to cover themselves.
Gigi, Zayn's lady-in-waiting, rushes to her master's side to help him from the floor. "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Zayn secures the bed covers around his body. "Yes, I'm fine. How did Gemma get in here?"
"The Princess cried in the nursery, so the nanny brought her to the suite. She was supposed to be sleeping in the other chamber. We didn't realize when Her Highness woke up and left the room." Gemma recently adopted the ability to walk. The one-year-old Princess allowed her feet to carry her wherever she was curious to explore and got into many troubles.
"I didn't know she could open doors," Harry doesn't bother to cover his naked body.
"Neither did I. Must be something new she learned." Zayn comments. "Gigi, can you ask the attendants to change the bedding and bring Gemma to my room while the King and I visit the bath? The Princess is going to sleep with us tonight."
"Yes, Your Highness," Gigi curtsy.
"By the gods. Your kid had my heart in my stomach." Harry breaths.
"So she's my kid when she does something you don't like?" Zayn raises an eyebrow.
"She didn't learn it from me." The King shrugs.
"I didn't teach her anything bad. Opening doors is something everyone has to learn."
"Yes, but this never happened before," Harry argues.
"Well, she can't unlearn it. And did you have to throw us off the bed? You realize it didn't help, right?"
"I didn't want to scar our kid for life."
"Gemma didn't see anything. Even if she did, she's too young to remember."
"I wasn't going to take that chance."
"Harry-"
"Your Majesties, the bath is ready," a maid cuts them from their bantering.
"We'll discuss this later." Harry turns back to Zayn. "You," he points at Gigi. "Go tell William to order a lock on the Honor Consort's bedchamber. Or better yet, have them install locks on all the Princes' bedchamber."
"You want to put bells on our children too?" Zayn mocks.
"Don't think I won't consider it," Harry pulls Zayn into the prepared bath chamber.