I’M FUCKED UP | HARRY AND PHILIPPE @thefirstmate​
he was sore. fuck. he was so sore. the soreness had awoken him early than he needed. but it gave him a chance to write a report to the rebellion and sending it out in trusted hands before the royal couple could wake. he needed to find ben. he needed to find the royal parents. seeing as the sun peered through the lace curtains of his room, he stood from his chair. he’d need to visit his father again soon in the dungeon. he was just glad that his mother was able to swindle in becoming a maid again.Â
he stepped out of his room through the secret door; and right into the king’s chambers. walking to the curtains, he threw them open; letting the light pour into the room. “it’s sunrise, your majesty. many on the agenda today.” he proclaimed loudly before heading to the bed and quickly tearing the blanket off him. “bonjour.” he simply said before he headed to the wardrobe and began to peer through it. ugh. all this pirate attire was ghastly.... oh how the other would look just dashing in silken clothes. gold-- maybe a dashing of red. traditional french style.