Arlen began to enjoy this unpleasant adventure with the little freedom he received. Luca did not admit it but he was relieved from struggling with his travelling companion. However, that small closure stirred up the omega's talkative nature. 'Your highness, let's go left, I think I saw a pheasant... Luca, I need a change of clothes. Auch, my neck hurts... So what are u like when you're not grumpy and quiet... I bet all the ladies run from you once you show up... I think you'd like my master if you got to know him- he's the exact opposite of you. People can't wait to be around him most of the time. Hehe...your highness...Sir Beaumont...Lucaaaa,' this omega would not shut up until... 'Your...hmmm...mmmm!' Luca shut him up with a muffling tape. "Don't bother fighting, it will wear off on its own if you behave," Beaumont could finally hear himself speak. ** When they reached another deserted settlement, Luca calculated that this was the infamous Ode City. They should get to Cloverdale
Arlen shared a therapeutic moment with his tiny friend, pouring his thoughts and concerns over a jar of wine. The Razzordra snapped at most of his words, but its company brought comfort to the lonely omega. "The wine here is not bad at all. I miss Ari so much. Do you think I'll ever get to see her again?" He moped. "Maybe I should retire to bed. Off you go, into your pouch. We wouldn't want that mean ol' Alpha to find you," he rubbed the creature's head as the world went a little woozy before him. The creature shortly craned its neck at the door, alert. The spikes on its head spread over its spine as it rattled strangely. Arlen repeatedly fought with his eyelids since Luca had not returned. "Oh, what the heck, I could use the nap," he claimed. The Razzordra rebelled against the idea. It swiftly climbed up Arlen's arm, growling and pulling at his bathrobe. "What's wrong little dragon? Why so feisty all of a sudden? Auch, hey," Arlen endured a couple of nibbles to catch it. "Into the
Three days later... Arlen thought he was living a nightmare when he woke up on a bed in clean clothes. Someone heard his shuffles as he forced his chest up and entered the bedroom. "Young flower, you need to rest." It was a male attendant. From his orange appearance, Arlen could tell he was also like him- a flower. Arlen's throat was sore. He had to slow down when talking. "Luca?" "The Prince is in a meeting with my King. I've been assigned to take care of you." The servant was quite friendly. "Oh...but where am I?" Arlen's eyes were a bit heavy to be lifting his head anyhow. "You're in the capital of Cloverdale. This is one of the guest quarters in the King's abode." The attendant sat on the bed. "You've been asleep for days; you must be hungry." Arlen flinched when the servant tried to touch his face. "I don't think I have the strength to eat." "That's alright; I'll feed you." "When will he be back? I mean the Prince of Damaris." "I'm sure he'll return soon." "Did he, by
Luca ran like the wind, carrying the young flower on his back. The faint drizzle in the night dampened their clothes as he took shade under canopies of people's homes. He was angry. For some sick reason, this omega always attracted the wrong crowd and constantly landed in life-threatening situations. Luca feared the worst. No. He knew the worst would have happened had he not found Julius. 18 hours ago... "Where is he?" Luca glared daggers at the servant before he could even set the food on the table. Axel had to step in to keep Luca from overdoing it when he aggressively approached an innocent caretaker. "I didn't help him get away, I swear. He asked when you would return, and I said soon. I just left him to get this." The servant took cover behind Axel. Axel: "Brother, he couldn't have gone far. You still have his sword, right?" "No, I don't... but he barely touches his weapon; unless," Luca suddenly recalled the pouch the omega kept clinging to. He dashed to the drawer to ch
Arlen was sold, and the auction continued. The Merchant jubilated at how much the newbie fetched him. It was irregular to earn ten times the amount he often received for one of his slaves. Before a slave was transferred to his new home, the buyer was entitled to taste what he bought. This buyer liked having his victims at their peak of fear. He became impatient after getting a whiff of Arlen's distress pheromones. 'What do I do now? I can't reach out to Moon or Kraken. Have I always been this weak?' Arlen could hear his heartbeat through his stomach and ears. He tried hard to use his powers but was as hefty as a rock. Fisher entrusted the bedding preparation to his right hand and continued his business. He was about to sell the fiftieth slave when a blast resonated somewhere in his compound. This startled the buyers. "Please stay calm; my men will handle any disturbance." His hand was up, relaxed and confident. Luca jumped onto a roof, watching Fisher's minions rush to a decoy he
At dawn, the Beaumont brothers set off with their prisoner. It was the first Arlen had seen or entered an airship. Such inventions were best pioneered by the people of Damaris. Candor had its fleet, but Claude kept him away from such technology for his sake. Luca continued to harbour the omega in his bunker during their three days journey in the skies. Axel felt like a third wheel to the suspense that refused to fade. The omega had his eyes on the ground the entire time they sat together to eat, and Luca was constantly stealing glances at him. To an extent, Axel was amused because Luca did not realise he was being watched. Each time they made a stop, the prisoner became Luca's responsibility- glued to each other through and through. On the second day, Axel became invested. Luca had described the youngster as talkative, but Julius had not said much so far. Not to rebuke, rant, mock, or plead. "Julius." Arlen's heart clenched when a soothing voice called out a name he had borrowed
Luca walked Axel to his quarters. The events would have been different had his younger brother not intervened. "Your friend is safe now, so you can stop worrying." Axel freely welcomed his brother into his room to review the details. "He is not my friend," Luca's tone was lower than usual. Axel smiled, not wanting to make fun of the other in plain sight. "I'll be heading to bed then. Or is there any other issue you wish to share with me?" "No, I'll get out of your hair...Axel," Luca called out after reaching the door. "Thank you," he said. "Anything for you, dear brother." Axel had no regrets. For Luca, this was a deed he could never repay. A lot was said during the discussion with their father. Still, his brother convinced everyone else that Julius could become their pawn against the Braddocks. Although it seemed tricky at first, Luca came to terms with it. Now all they had to do was turn the omega into one of them by showing him the beautiful things about being a citizen of Dam
"Julius, have a seat." Axel pointed a spot beside his brother. Arlen was uneasy but said nothing after the greeting. "Im glad you came; we were just talking about you," said the second Prince. The omega did not find that amusing. "In two weeks, Princes, Princesses and elites from across Slora will troop in to continue their studies. My father has agreed to let you join a class." Axel went straight to the point. Arlen remained silent, his eyes fixed on Axel, pretending the Crown Prince was not beside him. Axel took matters into his hands when his brother continued to behave hostilely. "Julius, would you be kind enough to grind some ink for me? I prefer the old-fashioned way to modern pens and whatnot," he said. "Sure," Arlen folded his sleeves over his wrist and got to work. Luca's expression tightened, staring at the omega's hand. Axel smirked discreetly when his brother's plain face twitched into a visible frown. If Luca did not care, he should not be mad at a couple of cuts and