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Chapter 3

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Two solar-cycles passed.

It felt more like stellar-cycles to Galvatron, as he lied down on his berth, looking through data pads he had on the lard shelf of his quarters. As he skimmed over them, he felt his boredom increase. He threw it aside, before tilting his helm back to stare at the ceiling.

Optics narrowed as his glossa swiped out over his lip plating.

He really didn't understand why he was so anxious. Sometimes, when he stared at the walls and ceiling so long, he swore that the room started spinning.

He rolled over on to his front, so he wouldn't stare at the room anymore, and rested his helm on the head of his berth. He played gently with the covers, sighing heavily.

Only one breem away from his life in Kaon, as a young prince disappearing forever, and then starting a new life as a Vosian Noble's bond-mate.

One of the strict laws in Vos, is that when an outsider, lower-class mech or femme bonded with a Vosian Noble mech or one of the mechs from the royal family, then the femme or mech chosen to bond with them must serve and obey the mech, as a faithful servant and a bodyguard, unless they were the Queen, who shares the same rank and power as the King.

Galvatron groaned at the thought. If there was one thing he hated it was taking orders from others, least of all his future bond-mate.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a small tapping noise on his window. The violet mech sat up slowly, wanting to see who or what was making that infernal knocking. When he looked at his window, he was met with a pair of wide, excited red optics on a soft, round face plate and a black helm surrounding dark silver face plates. Galvatron yelled in surprise, before ran to the window and opened it.

"Darkfall!" he snapped, gritting his denta together.

The mech smiled, and giggled slightly, "Hello to you too little brother."

Galvatron kept opening his mouth, to try and say something, but all that came out was "I—Gee—you—father—!"

Darkfall snorted, before he climbed into the room through the window. He landed lightly on his small pedes. Darkfall was five stellar-cycles older than him, and the last child the king had with his first late wife. Out of all the children though, he was closest to his little brother, Galvatron.

"Fall! Did Father not tell you, I was being punished?!" Galvatron snapped.

The taller, yet thin, and nimble mech snorted in response, the small head dress of jewels on his helm clinking softly together as the hung from the horn like crest on his dark helm, "Like that's stopped me before, little brother. I came to make sure your sanity is still intact," he eyes the data pads scattered on the berth, "I see you've been keeping busy."

A groan of slight exasperation answered him, "How did you even sneak out?"

"Oh, I climbed down the silver vines that are attached to the palace walls. The view was nice as I came down," the older mech picked up a small box and inspected it, while speaking.

"You climbed—?" Galvatron wheezed out n surprise.

"Yep, with a little help from Starshifter…" he placed the small box back where he had picked it up, moving to a few of the data pads, "Anyway, since mother appointed me as the one to get you prepared for your special night, I thought since you were locked up, it would be the only way to get privacy, so I can see what would suit you for it. After all, you're doing it in the Vosian temple of Primus, the Life-giver. Now where did you put that head piece that was made for your big night?" the mech went over to the doors where all of Galvatron's accessories and collectibles were. Although he didn't wear any of them often.

The violet mech followed his brother, anxious about them getting caught and a bit flustered at his brother's indifference to the situation, "Darkfall…!"

"Hmm, no, this isn't it…" he threw a dagger away with the precision of a day old rookie.

Galvatron caught it immediately between his two digits, before setting it down beside a case of spears. Then he almost got his face cut off by an electrum sword. He yelped, as a battle axe was thrown next, then a set of spears, a whip, a mace, two hammers and three crossbows. The prince placed them all in different places of his storage room, grumbling to himself as he did so.

He loved his older brother, he really did, but it annoyed him that his brother had a tendency to rummage through his things when he was looking for something without a care if he broke something—or maimed someone—in the process.

Three arrows and five shurikens later, he stood up, with a triumphant cry, "AHA! Here it is! And the matching wrist bands that go with it!"

Galvatron attempted to keep himself from growling in frustration, as Darkfall shuffled towards him with the head piece he was supposed to wear on his bonding night.

"Darkfall, look, I appreciate—"

"And you should appreciate what I do for you, baby brother! Now, MOVE!" he ushered the young mech out of the room, and into a chair of amber electrum. It was carved to look like the flowers that were out in the crystal gardens were engraved into it.

Galvatron winced, before he was turned to face the mirror. His brother immediately made him bow his helm, making the younger mech's chin meet the base of his neck. Off came the small, simple crown of silver pearls from his violet helm.

They were replaced by a gold crowd that went over the three crests of his helm, ending at the bottom, and covering up three quarters in golden chains. A crimson gem was set in the middle of his helm. He stared at it, while he brother snapped the two bands on his wrists. He became mesmerized by the new head wear for a moment.

His father had had it specially crafted just for him three stellar-cycles ago by their best craftsmen. It was made from Vosian metals, making it light, flexible, yet strong and unbreakable. Darksky had made sure it was formed only to fit him.

As Galvatron looked at his reflection more, he felt like he didn't recognize himself with it on. He had never tried it on before due to his disdain towards his arranged bonding and the fact he was more comfortable with the pearl head dress his mother had given him as a youngling.

Instead of looking like the Kaonite Prince he was, he felt he looked more like a Vosian Noble and the only difference was that he had no wings. The bracelets around both wrists were of the same metal, but they had ancient Cybertronian glyphs carved into them: one symbol represented faithfulness, loyalty and submission, while the other represented nobility, beauty and a blessing from Primus for a successful coupling.

Although Primus was not the Patron god of Kaon, he was a very important deity in Vos making it important to receive his approval in order to make this work.

Galvatron sighed, before his brother placed his hands on his shoulder.

"You look lovely little brother. That Vosian Noble would be insane not to bond with you once he sees you like this…!" Darkfall squealed.

He remained silent, but gave a small smile at his brother's excitement. Galvatron placed his hands over his wrists, tracing along the glyphs that were carved into the metal. They felt a little heavier than he had thought, as his brother began talking about his and their siblings' excitement. As he listened, Galvatron felt like his wrists were being dragged down, until he couldn't move them. Like the wristbands had become shackles and were chaining him down to the burden he believed he would be forced to bear for the rest of his existence.

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I'm sorry it's short and it took so long, but I hope to make the next one longer!

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