Harry grunted and whimpered in pain with every thrust that Draco made inside him. As always, he didn't use lube or bother to stretch Harry which meant that Harry would be in severe pain for days and he was most likely bleeding. Harry couldn't believe that he had been dealing with this for just over three years. At least Draco would leave him alone for a few weeks when he was hurt too badly. It was the only saving grace. His mind searched for a distraction from the pain and he remembered the first time he had met Draco. He would never have thought him capable of such cruelty.
It was just after Harry's sixteenth birthday when his father, King James, approached him about a marriage contract with the neighboring kingdom. Since Harry was the second son, there was no expectation of him ruling the kingdom which meant he had more freedom in choosing a life partner. Harry reluctantly agreed upon the condition that he could meet the prince first to approve of him. King James made the arrangements for them to travel to King Lucius's castle for the princes to meet. If all went well, the four of them would sign the marriage contract before King James and Harry left to return home.
Harry's breath caught at his first sight of King Lucius's castle. It was even more beautiful than the one he had grown up in. King Lucius and Prince Draco were waiting on the steps when their carriage arrived. Harry's breath caught yet again when he looked into the laughing eyes of Prince Draco before looking down to see that Prince Draco had offered his hand to help Harry out of the carriage. Harry, blushing, slowly placed his hand in Prince Draco's before stepping out.
Prince Draco kept Harry's hand to kiss the back of it as he bowed. "Welcome to my home, Prince Harry."
Harry blushed deeper. "Thank you, Prince Draco," he said softly. "It's beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so," Prince Draco said, smiling. "Let me show you to your room."
Prince Draco offered his arm to Harry which he took and led him into the castle. The prince offered tidbits of information on the history of the castle as he led Harry to the room he would be staying for the next week. Harry blushed yet again when the prince explained that his room was right next to his.
Prince Draco blanched and blushed. "I apologize. I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I just meant that if you need anything, you can come to me. I seem to have trouble figuring out what to say to you. When I agreed to meet you, I had no idea that you would be so…"
"So what? Harry asked anxiously.
"Gorgeous," Prince Draco breathed.
Harry blushed. "Thank you," he murmured. "You're much better looking than I am, though."
Prince Draco slowly shook his head. "That's not possible. You quite literally take my breath away."
Harry smiled shyly. "Perhaps a marriage contract wouldn't be such a bad idea," he said.
Prince Draco smiled widely. "I agree. I'll leave you to freshen up after your journey. Would you like to take a walk in the garden before dinner?"
"That sounds lovely."
"I'll come get you in an hour," Prince Draco murmured, kissing Harry's hand again before walking to his room.
Harry stepped into his room and leaned back against the door, sighing happily. He had a good feeling about Prince Draco. The week went by quickly. King James and King Lucius were pleased to see how well Prince Harry and Prince Draco got along. The two were always in each other's company, sneaking glances at each other. The night before their departure, everyone signed the marriage contract stating that the two would wed shortly after Harry's eighteenth birthday. Prince Draco finally gave in to his urge to kiss his future husband that night.
Prince Draco walked Harry to his room where they stood, talking for a few more moments. This time, instead of his customary kiss to Harry's hand, Prince Draco leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Harry's. Harry melted against him as they slowly slid their lips against each other's. When Prince Draco finally pulled back from the long, chaste kiss, Harry's stomach was fluttering and his heart was pounding. Prince Draco smiled and bid him good night before walking to his room.
Harry had been sorry to leave. He had enjoyed his time with Prince Draco. They wrote letters after the visit to keep in contact, but Prince Draco's letters stopped after a few months, right around the time that King Lucius was poisoned. Harry understood the emotional turmoil that Prince Draco must have been going through but it left him unsure of where they stood. He was hurt when he didn't receive an invitation to Prince Draco's coronation as king. He was shocked, yet excited, when he received a summons on his eighteenth birthday to come to King Draco's castle to prepare for their wedding. However, King Draco was not the same sweet boy he had spent the most wonderful week of his life with. He was cold and cruel. Harry was given a nice room and upgraded to a better one after they married as was his due as King Consort.
However, Draco took his virginity in the most cruel, violent way possible. Harry learned quickly that crying and begging him to stop only made it worse. His one bright spot in an otherwise bleak life was his personal guard, Blaise. Blaise could rarely do much when Draco was around. When Draco wasn't around, though, Blaise would comfort Harry and make sure that he saw the royal healer, Severus, to make sure that he healed quicker. A part of Harry wished he could fall in love with Blaise, but he also knew that there would never be anything between them. Blaise was like his brother, and Blaise felt the same. If only Harry had never agreed to this marriage.
Harry stifled a scream when Draco pinched his nipples roughly. Draco was moaning as he thrust harder, pinching and smacking Harry periodically. Harry didn't bother to lift his head when he heard the door open. He knew it was Blaise.
"Your Majesty" Blaise murmured.
"What is it, Zabini? Can't you see I'm busy?" Draco growled angrily.
"As always, the decision is yours. However, I do not think King Consort Harry can handle much more. It would not be prudent to stoke anyone's suspicions of his treatment. You know the people adore him," Blaise murmured.
Draco pulled out of Harry with a sickening squelch. Harry bit his lip to stop himself from crying out as his hole felt enflamed. He didn't know why it always hurt him worse when Draco stopped. Draco slapped his arse cheeks harshly.
"Fine. Get him out of here. Bring me one of my whores to finish me off," Draco snapped.
Blaise knew better than to help Harry as Harry slowly and carefully slid off the bed and grasped his robe to cover himself up. Unless he was required to appear in public, Harry wasn't allowed to wear clothing, only a robe. When they were out of the room, Blaise gently pulled Harry into his arms.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of there sooner," Blaise murmured.
"It's not your fault," Harry said thickly. "You do what you can. It's enough."
"No, it's not. You shouldn't have to put up with this."
"I agreed to marry him. I made my bed," Harry said, pulling away and letting Blaise help him walk down the hall and around the corner to his room.
"You agreed to marry Prince Draco. You didn't agree to this," Blaise muttered.
"Had I known that his father's death would turn him into this, I would never have agreed."
Blaise took a detour and turned left instead of right. "You need to see Severus before you go to your room. And it wasn't the death of King Lucius that caused this."
Harry grunted as a stumble on the stone floor made the pain flare up anew. "Was he always like this then and I was just a fool?"
Blaise shook his head. "Prince Draco was a kind young man. Compassionate, loving, he cared about those closest to him. He cared about his people."
"Then what happened?" Harry asked.
Blaise shook his head. "We can't talk about it out here. Let's get to Severus first."
They walked slowly in silence for several minutes until they reached Severus's room. Blaise knocked and Severus opened the door with a click of his tongue.
"Place him on the bed, face down," Severus murmured.
Once Harry was laying down, Severus grabbed the salve that he always kept fully stocked for these occasions and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently lifted Harry's robe and lay it over his back.
"Your Majesty, I know it hurts, but I need you to bend your knees under you. You should know that by now," Severus said, his voice only partially chastising.
Harry whimpered as he moved into position. He gasped loudly and buried his face in the pillow as Severus tried to gently part his arse cheeks. He let out moans and groans of pain as Severus generously applied the salve to him. He let out a sigh of relief when it was over and Severus replaced his robe.
"Now, lay still for a while. Let the salve do it's job," Severus murmured.
"Blaise," Harry said, voice strained. "You told me you would tell me about Draco while we were here."
Severus looked sharply at Blaise. "You're going to tell him?"
Blaise nodded. "We're close, Severus. Finally, we're going to get the king we deserve. Harry has a right to know."
Severus sighed. "Fine. I just don't want him to get his hopes up if it doesn't work."
"What are you two talking about?" Harry asked.
Blaise knelt on the floor next to the bed and gently took Harry's hand in his. He looked into Harry's eyes with a grim smile. "That man is not your husband, Harry. He's an imposter."