#i put a break in because its four pages of unedited unconnecting snippets

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28. Free write for 20 minutes. It does not matter what the words on the page are. Do not stop writing for 20 minutes.

They told Harry two things after the mission ended.

That he had gone against every procedure, every order, and that if it was up to them he would be in big trouble.

The king was coming to meet him and he was not to tell anyone about it.

Obviously this was a big deal, the young King, nor his father had ever visited the Samads camp. It was an honour to even be considered important enough. Keeping a secret till only two hours before, even from his friends, was something Harry struggled with. But he was glad he did at the cracker of responses he got from them all, from panicky June, to excitable Don. Only Emma was annoyed, but she was impossible to read anyway.

The camp was lined up with more order than ever before, the five heroes stood a step in front along with Head Councillor Hamilton.

First walked in the biggest poof you’d ever seen, his hair gelled back, clipbook in hand, he ran his eyes amongst the group, only pausing to let out the tiniest drop of positive emotion when his eyes caught on Emma.

“May I present, King Samuel the 3rd.” he announced, and out came the king. The room dropped into a bow, the only exception being, again, Emma who instead stepped forward. Hamilton grabbed her arm, shooting her one of his trademark warnings but she just rolled her eyes and told him to fuck off.

The king laughed and either the shock of her talking to him like that or the king's response or just through her own raw talent Emma slipped past Hamilton and approached the king. She dropped into perhaps the most overdramatical curtsy ever done before they both laughed and she was pulled into a hug. The entire room watched in complete shock because what the actual fuck was going on. Harry could feel the cogs turning in Cody’s head beside him as they all tried to figure out what was happening.

But then Emma pulled away from the hug and jabbed her finger against the kings chest, “no!” she cried “I’m still mad at you, do you realise how long I have kept these dipshits in the dark about you and this whole life. Two years. Two fucking years they have thought I was a nobody from an unnamed town. And then you waltz in here, with a literal order of not warning me!”

“You mean like you did at my coronation? You came in halfway though the after party, and starting laughing about my ceremonial gown in front of all my generals.”

“I’m not saying I don’t deserve it! I’m saying you’re meant to be the nice one!” Emma whined.

“It’s good to see you too Em,” King Samuel chuckled. He looked over at the rest of the camp still in a state of shock, “are you going to tell them or..?

“Oh I’m giving Cody his full two minutes, he likes a good puzzle.”

“Holy shit, Aciman.” Cody exclaimed, his timing as perfect as always.

“Okay now I’ll tell them, that is, if Anthony doesn’t mind me taking his job for a moment.” She said, smiling at her old friend who smiled back and gestured for her to continue.

“Great. Hi everyone, I am sure you are all surprised at my relationship with the King, but I am about to clear everything up for you. As our dear Cody has already realised my name isn’t actually Emma Aciman, it’s Emma Namica the second child of the Royal Family, sister to King Samuel.

"You know right? That he’s a faggot." The young king's backhand came across Harry's face faster than he could follow. Staggering, Harry gripped the wall for support, and look up at the furious face of his King. "How dare you say that, you ignorant fool.”

“Your majesty, I am just telling you the truth, please!” Harry said, holding his arms up to try and show the king he means no harm. His back hit the wall as the king continued to advance.

“I have known Anthony for 15 years, I just told you that he is my closest friend and you think I don’t know that he is gay?”

“Then why are you angry?”

The king stared at him demeaningly, as though assessing every single thought he had ever had and deeming them unworthy. The king visibly sighed, and he brought his hand up, causing Harry to flinch. The King did not strike him, but run his fingers over the badge he had pinned on Harry’s chest mere hours before. “This badge, is a marker that the wearer is a person who has contributed greatly to our nation. It is a marker that the person is a member of my elite group, that they are someone to look up to for more reasons than their ability with a sword. THat they are selfless, and kind, and believe in equality. I choose the people I give these badges to very carefully.” The King dug his fingers beneath the badge and ripped it off, easily tearing through the shirt. To Harry, it felt as though the king had ripped straight through his body and pulled out his innards. “I really thought you deserved this.” the king snarled.

Harry dropped to his knees. “Please, your majesty, I apologise, please do not take this honour from me, from my team.”

The king looked down on the boy, on the hero who had saved so many lives.

“You are a hero Harry Mock, as are the members of your team. But this honour, this badge, is an invitation to join the ranks of some of the best people I have met. Amongst those people is Anthony’s boyfriend, an elderly couple who are from (foreign country) and still practise (unliked religion) and a beautiful lady who was born as a boy. They are heroes too, and based on your comment on Anthony, they are all much worthier than you of this honour.” Harry breath turned shallow and he felt as though his heart had stopped. A guard at the end of the hall broke the silence. “Sir, sorry to interrupt but Carlisle wishes to talk to you about the party tonight.”

The king sighed, “Inform him that there is no longer a party to plan.”

As the guard went back out of sight the king took a step back, and straightened his jacket. “If I ever hear you say that revolting word again, to Anthony or anyone else, I promise that you will lose more than a badge.”

With that the king walked away without turning back, leaving Harry shivering from something other than the cold.

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King Samuel was shaking, his fist clenched white around the badge. The first one he was to give as King and he had chosen that homophobic asshole. He smiled as he approached Anthony “How quickly can we get our stuff together, we are leaving.”

“In an hour,” Anthony said promptly, “but what about the party”

“An hour sounds perfect, and there is no more party.” The king place the badge in Anthony’s hand. “You know where it goes.”

“Sam wait, what happened.” Anthony grabbed his arm, “this hasn’t got anything to do with what we spoke about last night does it?”

Sam sighed. “Anthony call Ryan and tell him that you will be home earlier than expected, and inform him that there currently will be no new inclusions to the club.”

Anthony studied him for a moment then nodded, and set to work, informing one of the helpers, before pulling out his phone.