Arthur looked at him and the blue eyed stranger looked back, the only thing drifting between them was an awkward silence. Arthur tried to force himself to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, as if his words were caught in his throat. The Alpha in front of him cleared his throat and smiled; oh god that smile. "Hello...you must be the young prince of the village." he said, his voice was relaxing and smooth like silk. Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat, "Oh. Yes... welcome to Quiltine..." he said, forcing himself to smile softly at the stranger.
The Alpha smiled at the shorter blond in front of him, "I am Alfred, prince of the Somoalla Tribe." He introduced himself with a dignified bow. Arthur nodded and smiled, "It is very nice to meet you, Alfred." he said, his heart raced but his voice never shook or faltered. He didn't know how he had managed it. Alfred nodded and looked down, noticing Arthur's hand was bleeding, "Oh my...may I..?" he asked softly, offering his hand to the Omega. Arthur blinked and nodded, hesitating before setting his hand into the blue eyed Alpha's bigger one. Alfred looked over the wound and nodded, "The healer left not too long ago...I am sure I can help with this..." he smiled and brought Arthur over, sitting him down and taking the nervous Omega's hand once more.
He grabbed the bowl of water and took the cloth inside of the water, using the cloth to gently clean the wound. Arthur flinched and hissed lightly, Alfred looked up at him, "Sorry...I should have warned you first..." Arthur shook his head quickly, "No...no..I am fine...no worries." he said softly. Alfred nodded and continued to clean the wound, Alfred noticed the tattoos covering his sun-kissed skin. Their designs extravagant, they flowed across his skin as if they were made for him. He couldn't help but blush once he noticed that he followed the tattoo down his chest until it got lower, ending at the hem of his elk skin pelt around his waist. Once he felt the cloth leave his skin he snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Alfred, their eyes locking instantly.
Arthur's blush got darker and Alfred only smiled at him, "I'll wrap the wound for you..." he said, standing and walking over to grab the soft bandages that were hand made out of the skin and fur of the deer pelt. He walked over and sat in front of Arthur, grabbing his hand again, tightly wrapping it so it would stop bleeding and stay clean. Arthur took his hand back gently and hugged it to his chest, "Thank you very much, Alfred..." he said, giving the Alpha a small smile. "Aiyah...so much work to go through..." Arthur's head quickly turned at the familiar voice. Yao, the Quiltine healer smiled at the sight of Arthur, "ah, Arthur. What did you come here in search of?" Arthur smiled, "Oh...I was injured, but prince Alfred here cleaned my wound and wrapped it for me." he said motioning to the Alpha that was now standing.
Yao nodded and smiled, "yes...I left him in here for a moment to go gather some herbs from the harvesters." he stated simply, walking over to set the basket of the sweet smelling herbs down. He turned back to Arthur, "your father is searching for you, you should run along." Arthur nodded and looked at Alfred, "Thank you again, Alfred." Alfred smiled softly at him before the Omega exited the tent. He sighed in relief once he was out of there. He looked down at his now wrapped hand and smiled, he was so kind and gentle. His simple touches made Arthur's heart race. He shook his head. 'No, he was just a stranger, nothing to get all emotional over...' he told himself in his mind. He walked forward, unsure as to where his father was.
His best guess was the Meeting Tent, where his father spent most of his time. He approached the tent, hearing voices on the inside. He heard one that was unfamiliar but the other once was undoubtedly his father. He sneaked closer to eves drop on the conversation. "I sure hope our sons meet on their own..." he heard his father's voice say, he sounded exhausted. "Yes...I do hope so myself. I am sure they will make fine mates if they choose each other." He heard his father scoff, "my son, Arthur is a hot headed one. He wants to be able to choose his own mate." He could hear the stranger chuckle, "Oh, I can assure you Chief of Quiltine Tribe, that they will become mates; even if we have to force it upon them." His father was silent. What?! Be forced into mating with someone?! He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, he turned and ran, never looking back.
He ran until he got to his tent, running inside and panting heavily from having to run all the way across the village. He groaned and dropped to his hands and knees, "oh great spirits of the sky, why does my father curse me so...?" he said, tears trickling down his cheeks. He didn't want to be forced to mate with someone like every other Omega is forced to do. He should have his own say as to who can mate with him! But what would his father care? All he cares about is the next ruler who could take his brothers place before Arthur was at a certain age. His father would never admit it, but Arthur knew better than anyone that his father didn't want an Omega to take control of Quiltine. To him it was against tradition. Arthur tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, so instead he carried himself over to his cot and laid down. He closed his eyes and sunk into darkness, letting his dreams fill his sorrowful mind.