As usual, thank you, everyone, for your support (esp. your feedback via reviews). This chapter will feature some time skips, which will happen continuously until Harry meets our favorite boys. This chapter is a bit short, but i felt it was best to leave it as-is. Enjoy!

Harry yelped in shock as the sheets were ripped from his body, curling into a ball and groaning as the cold air hit his boxer-clad body.

Julian eyed the young man in contemplation "Prince Harry as you know today is the day that you start your physical lessons."

Harry groaned again, sticking his head under his pillow.

Julian sighed "Everyday—" he ripped the pillow away "You will now wake up at five a.m." He walked over to Harry's walk-in closet, perusing his clothes as he continued talking "Lessons will start with martial arts, after which at six a.m. you will learn to fence, followed by seven a.m. breakfast."

Julian folded the chosen clothes over his arm, walking out of the large closet and laying the clothes down on the edge of the bed, nudging at the Hellhound lying beside Harry. The Hellhound, which Harry so creatively named Spot, licked Harry's hand affectionally before he trotted out the open door, most likely to seek his breakfast.

Julian picked up the sleeping Prince, carrying him to the adjoining bathroom.

He held him in one arm as he turned on the bathtub tap, checking the temperature as he waited for the large tub to fill.

He gazed at Harry's sleeping face, amazed that the son of a demon could look so angelic. He new Cambions were naturally (or unnaturally) beautiful, but Harry was definitely beyond beautiful, perhaps thanks in part to his magical ancestry.

He turned off the tap, making quick work of Harry's boxers before he unceremoniously plopped him in the clawfoot bathtub.

Harry yelped, flailing around in shock before glaring up at his captor. Julian's lip twitched as he stared at Harry who looked much like a pouting kitten. "My Prince, I shall give you fifteen minutes to wash and dress in the clothes which I will lay on your bed."

Julian smirked as Harry just continued to glare "If you are not finished in fifteen minutes I will come back in and wash you myself." Julian crossed his arms "I take your training very seriously Prince Harry, as should you." He walked out the bathroom door, turning once more to look at Harry "…fifteen minutes."

He closed the door behind him, leaving Harry alone in the silence of the bathroom. He groaned as he sunk lower into the warm water, breathing out a few bubbles before sitting and sighing, deciding to do as Julian instructed… not that he gave him much of a choice.

What he figured was around ten minutes later, Harry crawled out of the tub, wrapping himself in a silk bathrobe.

He sighed as his feet landed on the heated tiles, greatly enjoying each luxury his father gave him.

Crossing over to his bedroom, Harry stripped out of the bathrobe, staring at the odd clothes Julian laid out for him.

As he put them on, he realized that he was wearing some kind of martial artist clothes, similar to what Dudley used to watch on TV.

A knock came on his door not a second later after he finished dressing, Julian entering a moment later. "Oh good, you're done." He was wearing the same white outfit as Harry, and after a moment of inspection, Julian nodded, gesturing to the door.

They both made their way to what Julian called a dojo, walking through the long hallways of the mansion. It took them a couple of minutes to reach the large work-out room, filled with every kind of exercise equipment imaginable.

Harry was a bit puzzled as they stopped at a large room with wooden floors and nothing else.

"The dojo," Julian explained, stopping in front of Harry, with a commanding look about him that made Harry automatically stand up straighter.

"This is where you will be training. Your father told me that you chose to learn martial arts, and it just so happens that I am the best at it of those in your fathers employ… lucky you." Julian smirked, "Let's get started."

"Please just kill me." Harry lay sweaty and panting on the hardwood floor, looking up at Julian who had not one ounce of sweat on him.

Julian crouched down at Harry's side "Now, now my Prince… that is the complete opposite of what we are trying to do here." He stood back up again, folding his arms "Get up. We keep going until you aren't able to even talk… Plus, we still have fencing to get to after this."

Harry just groaned.

"So how was it?" Crowley asked his son innocently from over his plate of French toast, gazing curiously at his slumped over form.

Harry glared mulishly at his father, not having the energy to do much else. He picked at his omelet that the chefs generously made him, not feeling very hungry.

Crowley chuckled "That good, huh?"

Harry decided not to respond, taking a bite of his admittedly delicious breakfast instead.

"After you finish eating, Julian will take you to your academic tutor. We can't have you falling behind in school… and Hogwarts wasn't exactly the pinnacle of real-world education." He took a drink of his coffee, "Afterward, lunch, more learning, and then after that, guess what?" Harry just glared at him "Yep. You guessed it, more learning… in my office, around three."

Harry took a drink of his fresh orange juice, contemplating the rest of his day "Sooo…. What exactly will I be learning from you?"

"Well, now that you're all healed up… no more malnutrition or any other nasty stuff… along with training up your physical and mental capabilities, its also time to start testing out your Cambion powers, don't you think?" He asked rhetorically, eating the last bite of his French toast "And you'll also start learning a bit about what I do."

He cleared his throat, watching Harry fondly as he finished his own breakfast "You're the Prince of Hell darling, meaning Lucy forbid if something happens to me, you're next in line."

Harry stared, wide-eyed "To be King, you mean?"

"King."