Claude saw no need to keep the Beaumonts around. He could not wait to send them away for Arlen's sake. He only had to point out that the brothers had learned enough and could try the hunt some other time. On the night before their departure, a special dinner was held in honour of the guests. Basma went all out to leave the impression that their doors would always be opened to the Beaumonts, but Rufus was ready to spit them outside the front gates. "Where's that kid when you need him to blot out the moon? He might encourage the sun to rise early if I spook him enough," Rufus muttered to Ari while their parents made small talk with the Beaumonts. "Careful brother, Father might hear you." "Tch! Whatever," Rufus hushed down. Luca returned to his room briefly after dinner. Bound to set off in a few hours, it was his last chance to make sure he left nothing important behind. The trip to Candor was a partial disaster. He did learn a lot, and the virgin lands reminded him of his childho
"Has my brother come by?" Rufus suited up in the morning, polished and ready for duty. "No, your highness," the guard answered. "Why did I even ask? Of course, Arlen will be snoring away when he knows we have plans," Rufus muttered as he took a turn out of the main house. He intended to attend breakfast with the youngest, so he had to go get him. The alpha barged in without knocking- a habit between brothers. Only this time, Arlen did not like it. "I said get out!" He thought it was Julius. Arlen scurried to one side of the bed, pulling the sheets over his body when his brother came into view. Eyes damp, he appeared roughed up. Rufus scowled as he noted an open window and the faint fragrance in the room. "Arlen?" "Brother, it's you." Arlen lowered his eyes fearfully, searching his mind for an excuse. Luckily there was no sign of Julius to tell on him. Rufus took ten steps in, looking pissed. "Did you bring an omega into your room?" "Huh?" "Stop acting dumb! You let her escape
The next day came, but the outing would not come off. Arlen caught a fever during the night. Julius' nose was filled with soft pheromones. Indeed, it was no ordinary fever, and if he stayed put, every alpha nearby would come knocking. "The suppressants didn't work. SSorry, does it hurt badly?" He used a cold towel on Arlen's skin. His Master could barely make out words. Arlen's breath was shallow yet faint, and it frightened him. Julius needed clarification. He could not leave Arlen in this state, yet whom would he call for help if not the Loughtys? Out of the storm came a saviour in the form of a princess. "Julius...Arlen?" Ari showed up at the door. She had been waiting for her cousin for hours and had to come around to find out what was eating his time. "Julius, are you burning fragrance again? It's pretty strong." Ari made a forced entry after knocking so many times. "Arlen!" She rushed to the bed in seconds, triggered by the youngster's whimpers. "What's wrong with him? Have
After the third day, the bloom was over, and Arlen felt better. Showered with gifts and blessings from his guardians, he tried to be his old self and not make them worry too much. The next few days brought many challenges. Basma took decisions that split his liberty in half. A change of wardrobe was alright, except now, he had many feminine-coloured patterns and accessories. To an extent, the new omega felt it was too much. Arlen's time training in combat was reduced to make room for lessons on taking care of a home and basic etiquette for omegas. No more two peas in a pod lifestyle with Julius; more guards were assigned to him. "You cannot let him do whatever he wants," Basma implanted a command Arlen could not erase or pull out. 'Give me a break.' He cringed whenever he ate with the family. Dining turned into a platform for possible matchmaking for him. The perk of being a flower as it stood was; no more harsh punishments from Rufus, people were extra careful around him, and he
"It is my fault; I let him roam while guests were in the castle." Julius fell at Rufus' feet. This problem could merit being dismissed from Arlen's side, but he would not let his friend face this storm alone. Ari could not tear her eyes away from the youngest as fear eroded her thoughts. In Arlen's case, having contact with a Beaumont was taboo, not to talk of emotional attachments. "Did he see your face?" Rufus skipped to the next question. "Answer me!" He yelled when his cousin remained mute. "My Prince, the Beaumonts never saw Master Arlen's face." Julius shuffles on his knees to grab a leg, interfering with the alpha's interrogation. Rufus did not hesitate to kick him in the gut. "You do not speak unless you're told to! You foolishly encourage him to make life-threatening mistakes. Do you want my brother dead?!" He took it out on the servant. Arlen flinched, shaken by the harsh treatment. "Maybe I should lock you up in a cell or cut off your head this instant!" The sound of hi
Arlen P.O.V I won't say I slept soundly; letting this day pass meant that I was leaving the castle. Okay, I'll be honest, I couldn't sleep a wink. Julius, being my right hand, got the chance to give his blessings before Senior Sister at dawn. They were super excited about the party. I'm sure this won't be like my fourteenth birthday, where I sneaked into the woods to celebrate with ghosts and corpses. Julius peed his pants twice that night, trying to find me. Haha, such good times. The Queen came to my room before breakfast. "I'll be helping you get ready today," she said. My Aunt may be quick-tempered, but that's because she loves too strongly and hates nonsense. On days like these, she was extra. In the evening, the hall came alive. I was surrounded by loved ones and people who saw me grow. It dampened my mood watching them celebrate. Were they happy I won't be here by this time tomorrow? Luckily Uncle Claude agreed to let Julius come with me. I smiled and laughed, but my blood
The guards watched their surroundings closely and offered the Prince and his close servant water as they found a spot in the serene yet rocky landscape. Arlen wiped his mouth after quenching his thirst. "Master Arl- I mean, Julius," the new Arlen, had to get by in remembering his name and status. The old one was patient with him, saying that Julius would get it right once he was not around. "Have you decided which path to take?" Julius peered at the omega with concern. "I was thinking of seeing the misty borders of Ingram before we part. It's been so long I've forgotten how standing in that dark fog feels... but I might get off in the next town. Your men say it's not far from here." Arlen grinned. "So this is part of No-Man's-Land. It's not as scary as they say it is. It would have been nice to test Moon in these deserted lands." he pursed his lips playfully as he looked around. In his mind, he believed this forbidden place could be peaceful for someone like him. While they wander a
(Flashback) Julius knits his brows as sleep slowly clears from his eyes. Everything around him appeared hazy, and he could not identify where he lay. A smile welcomes him after blinking a few times; his Master is by his side, holding his hand. "Don't get up" was the only sentence he understood in the first few minutes. He could not hear, so he tried to read the other's lips. More so, he fell in awe, seeing so many amulets plastered to his body. Arlen removed them one at a time, applying pressure on each spot before peeling them off. "Okay, now you can sit." Arlen pulled Julius by the arms and leaned his head against the bed frame. "Do you hear any voices?" He brought a cup of water. Julius shook his head. His throat was too dry and husky to speak. He sets the cup to his mouth and sips the water. Judging by how hard he had to swallow, one would think he was gushing down a bucket of water instead of a tiny ceramic cup. "Okay, but don't be frightened when you hear them later. Spir