Disclaimer- See chapter 1
Warnings- some swearing, mentions of abuse
I'm so sorry it has been a long time since I have updated this story. College life has been busy. I just found out that I graduate with my Bachelor's degree in December 2017. I'm so excited so in celebration I am posting this chapter!
Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Tristan and Harry solemnly went through their breakfast routine. They were going to meet the person that Tristan's parents made a contract with. Tristan was hoping that if he couldn't get out of it at least they could include Harry into the contract.
Tristan looked up as his parents flooed into the living room.
"Are you ready dears?" She asked, standing behind Tristan and ruffling Harry's hair.
"Yes." Tristan replied curtly. He was still mad at his mother for locking him into a contract separate of Harry.
Harry noticed the tension between Tristan and his mother. Uncomfortable, he slid his chair closer to Tristan and cuddled into his side. He did not want to lose Tristan.
Tristan loved the feeling of Harry snuggled into his side but he had to get ready for the meeting. He, reluctantly, got Harry up and they both got ready and were soon standing in front of the Floo ready to go.
When they arrived at their destination, Harry looked around in wonder at the beautiful stain glass windows that were placed on the ceiling.
"Tristan?" Harry asked.
"Yes?"
"Is your castle this beautiful?"
"There are things that are similar. We don't have the stain glass windows but we have floor to ceiling windows in almost every room and you can see the mountains from almost any point in the house."
"Wow." Harry said and continued to look around. Harry rubbed his side, Tristan had healed him but Harry's body still had phantom aches from his uncle's beating.
Harry grabbed Tristan's hand as they approached the door that the person holding the contract was waiting.
Tristan raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
Tristan rubbed his thumb across Harry's hand and pulled them both through the door and stopped in shock. The man stood at 6'7". He had blonde hair that was elegantly tied into a ponytail. He was wearing royal blue robes that framed his body. The sleeves of the robe were pulled up, accentuating his arm muscles.
Tristan felt Harry grip his hand and he knew what his little consort was thinking that he would leave him for the man standing in front of them. Tristan gripped Harry's hand, hoping to reassure him. He stepped forward, still holding Harry's hand.
The man held up a hand, halting Tristan's approach and pointed at Harry.
"Why is he here?"
Tristan felt Harry flinch at the comment and try to pull his hand from Tristan's hold.
"I am not going to be a willing participant in the marriage contract unless we add Harry. I would also like to add that I'm not going to stand for any abuse towards Harry." Tristan shouted as he tightened his hold on Harry's hand.
The man simply raised a blonde eyebrow and folded his arms.
"Prince Tristan if you would stop shouting for a moment I will explain myself. I was not aware that you were going to bring someone else with you to this meeting and the question was just that a question. So I repeat why are you here."
Tristan felt Harry shaking as he stood forward.
"Sir, Tristan saved me from my relatives. They were hurting me. Tristan said that I was his consort. He healed me and he has been taking care of me. Please don't take him away!" Harry pleaded.
As Harry was talking Tristan saw the man's stern features were turning more gentler towards Harry. The man approached Harry and lifted his head with a finger.
"I'm glad that Tristan saved you. Perhaps, if you are up for it, we can add you to the contract."
"I'll have more people to love?" Harry asked. Tristan's heart almost broke at the desperate tone in Harry's voice. The man nodded and Harry seemed pleased. He turned to Tristan and smiled.
"Okay if we are doing this we have to know each other's names. I am Tristan. This is Harry." Tristan looked towards the man.
"I am King Darren." Darren held his hands out to both of his new consorts. Once they took his hands, he led them to the table where a few papers lay scattered on the table.
"Let's discuss the contract." He motioned for them to sit and they went over the contract.
Darren's role- Be protector. He would provide safety and security and comfort. He would be the top dominant in this relationship.
Tristan's role- Be a protector. He would watch out for Harry when Darren was busy with the kingdom. Accept the comfort from his top dominant when he was upset. He would not lie to his top dominant. He would be the second dominant and would be in charge when Darren was gone.
Harry's role- Accept the protection and comfort that was offered by his dominants, he would be the submissive in the trio and would be the one to bear children for the other two. He was to be protected at all costs.
Darren signed the contract and passed it over to Tristan and Harry who also signed it. Darren made magical copies and gave Tristan and Harry a copy.
"Now that that's out of the way, I would like to show you too our home."
Tristan got up and was pulling out Harry's chair to follow Darren when Harry gasped and pressed a hand against his side. Instantly, Tristan was kneeling down in front of him.
"What's wrong Harry?" Tristan searched over Harry's body but he couldn't see anything wrong. Darren came over and also started looking over Harry trying to see if there was something wrong with his submissive. Harry was holding his side and gasping. Tristan had already pulled Harry's hand away from his side and was feeling along his ribs.
"I don't understand why he is still in pain. I healed all of the injuries that his uncle gave him." Tristan turned towards Darren not surprised to see a look of confusion over the King's face.
"Let's get him to the healing halls. I am not sure what is wrong with him." Darren carefully picked up Harry and cradled him in his arms and rushed down to the healing halls with Tristan rushing behind him.
Darren put Harry down carefully on the bed as he called out for the healers to come.
"He is in pain, I do not know what is wrong with him." The healer nodded and looked over the small teen. He was moaning in pain and rubbing his side. The healer pulled up his shirt but could see no obvious sign of injury. He placed his hand against Harry's side and sent in his healing magic to see if he could find what was wrong. He felt his magic halt and he focused his senses to see if he could see what was wrong with his patient. To his horror, he found several magical blocks on the teens core as well as a potion that would make the victim have weaker bones that would easily break and would stop the magic that would try to come out and heal the damage.
"Sire, there is a weakening potion in his system as well as several magical blocks around his core.
Darren stared at the healer in horror.
"Are they easy to take off? Can we fix the damage?"
"It won't be easy. In fact, I would like to sedate him because it will be quite painful to fix the damage."
Darren looked at Tristan.
"What do you think?"
"I think that we should ask Harry. He hates people doing things to him without his consent." Darren nodded at Tristan and turned to the healer.
"Would you mind giving us a few moments to talk to him and tell him what is going on." The healer nodded and left both of them in the room with Harry. Tristan kneeled on the left side of the bed and took Harry's hand as Darren knelt down on Harry's right.
"Harry, there is some damage that is inside of your body and the healer has to take it out so that you will be okay. He wants to knock you out so that it won't be as painful for you. We will be here as soon as you wake up, okay?"
Harry nodded and held both of their hands tighter, gasping a little as the movement sent pain through his body.
"Will you stay until I'm asleep?"
"Of course!" Tristan squeezed Harry's hand. He continued to hold Harry's hand as Darren got the healer and he put Harry to sleep. Harry's eyes fluttered as he tried to fight the waves of sleepiness because he was scared but he calmed as he felt both of his dominants squeeze his hand in support and he drifted off into darkness.
