Chapter 1

Kurt had always been regarded as weak, except for his mind, of course. He could read minds and form protective shields, but that was the extent of his power.

His powers were simply considered too weak to help the ongoing war between his people and Aliens. He could only use them for ten minutes before tiring himself out. In the end, he would be extremely exhausted.

"Hello", Kurt looked up from his papers as soon as he heard a voice at his door. It was very strange for Kurt to see anyone, not a staff.

He hardly left his home and never really spoke to people. For this reason, Kurt was still single.

"His Majesty requests your presence on the fifth; I have informed your brother," The butler said nervously. Cowering under Kurt's glare, Kurt had somehow acquired a reputation of being a villain. It was most likely due to his poor social skills. The butler dropped the invitation on Kurt's desk before stepping back.

"Thank you; you may go, Edward," Kurt said. His father had disappeared in battle almost 4 years ago. Kurt became the master of the house at just 14 years old.

It was comedic to see a submissive with a boy pussy running and taking care of assets for a missing Baron. His 'brother' was simply an older Dom of his father's line there to take the title when Kurt marries.

"Please take a look at the list of potential suitors; it is important you marry off young-" Edward began speaking. At this point it, he had heard the same words over a thousand times, and he was sick of it.

"I said you may go," Kurt repeated as he looked up to watch the butler leave quietly. "Shut the door behind you" When the door shut, he sighed loudly; he was tired of getting proposals from fifty-year-old widowers.

Kurt had no interest in marriage; he was haunted by visions of his missing father when he closed his eyes.

He nights full of terrors and nightmares. Who would want him as he was in the first place? He felt lonely.

He could never show any weakness; the slightest sign could lead to his 'brother' tagging him with hysteria and taking over everything he worked so hard to protect.

He worked on sorting out documents till about 12:30 when he heard a knock. His blue eyes went cold as he spoke, "Come in",, a maid timidly pushed in a cart with food for tea time. His eyes softened at the Burnett. "Tina... did you make this yourself?"

Tina was not from Ohio and had been brought in as a prostitute, but his father had bought and saved her from a life at the brothel. Even with that, she was not a maiden.

Her virginity stolen by a sailor on the high seas when they brought her to America. Her story was tragic; loss of virginity always meant one must work in a brothel or as a maid. No Dom wanted 'used remnants.'

Tina nodded her head; she was now fluent in English, but she was always hesitant to speak, and Kurt wondered if it was caused by the trauma she had with those disgusting Doms that raped her.

"I made you some Earl grey tea and some biscuits by the side." She said softly. Her eyes raising to meet Kurt's blue.

"Then sit, let us drink tea-" Kurt began, standing up and inviting to have tea with him.

"I cannot do that", She whispered back.

"Tina, we are like sibling-" Kurt began but was interrupted.

"No, I am just a slave; I am your maid. If they ever suspect two submissives be in a relationship, they will hang us. I am not pure; they can use me to hurt you. I can never allow that." Tina said as she began setting the tea on the table and the cookies.

Kurt moved to take a seat and said nothing. He grits his teeth; the whole world was out of balance; Kurt couldn't even fix his world. How much more the world. " I was joking, relax", he responded, breaking the cold silence; Tina bowed her head and left.

Kurt stared blankly at the tea; life would have been easier if only he was a Dom. If only he was not a freak of nature, he could be able to have tea with his dear friend. His mind flashed images of him and Tina talking under the trees.

Tina, like many submissives, had no powers. He needed to stop thinking about Tina. He hated to admit it, but she was indeed correct. Kurt could not afford any mistakes now.

Kurt picked up the invitation. It had the King's seal, at the bottom, and Kurt instantly got a bad feeling about the whole ordeal.

You are cordially invited to the victory party to celebrate our victory in the war against the Vgbax.

We will also take a moment for those we lost in active duty and those who are missing.

We look forward to seeing you there, Submissive Kurt Hummel, a temporary stand-in for Baron Hummel.

The rest of the letter was full of colours of clothes and other irrelevant jargon. Having born only a submissive when the king demanded a man from each family, the baron had no choice but to volunteer himself. Now he was lost at sea, Kurt remembered begging his father not to go.

Kurt did not want to go, but he knew he could not refuse the request of the King. Kurt set the letter down before leaning back to close his eyes; he wondered what the king would need to request his presence.

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Dinner For Kurt was often weird; he had them save a spot for his missing father. A plate set out and food placed on it for a man who never seemed to appear. His 'Brother' Uncle Stanley was eating his meal with little care.

"Kurt, you need to marry; running an estate is no place for a submissive," Stanley said as he broke the silence. " I sent you a list-"

"Of fifty-year-old widowers, yes, I saw it. Those men are older than my father. God rest his soul." Kurt responded.

"Blame your father; He should have married you off at 16. You are now 18; you are moving on in years, Kurt. I am afraid if you do not marry soon. No one will desire you any longer." Stanley added.

"Thank you for your help. However, I do not intend to marry anyone that much older than me" Kurt left out he had no intention to marry at all.

"A submissive should sit, look pretty and spread their legs for a Dom who will knot them," Stanley said. "I have written His Majesty with my concerns for you. You set a plate in each meal for your departed father. I believe you may be waiting for him to return for you to marry. I am concerned for your mental health."

Kurt could see himself stabbing Stanley with his knife... in the eye. Stanley's power was limited. He received only the standard strength most Dom's received and the ability to strategize. He was a chief strategist in the war even as he held no title. "Brother, tell me you did not bother His Majesty with this nonsense".

"You will be married, Kurt. You cannot delay the process any longer. Burt will not be coming home. You will be pregnant by this time next year with your Dom's heir." Stanley was angry.

"Brother-"

"No! Four years is long enough. I respected your father and gave you time to grieve."

"I see",, Kurt pushed his chair back and stood to leave.

"Sit down and finish your food", The Dom's voice. Stanley really used the Dom voice on him. Kurt felt no longer in control of his body as he sat to finish his meal. Once he was finished, he looked up with his large blue eyes full of unshed tears.

"May I leave?" Kurt asked timidly.

"Yes, you may."

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The carriage to the event was uncomfortable and stuffy, probably caused by the fact Kurt had to share it with his 'Brother'.

Kurt was dressed in purple, as the card suggested. He refused to wear a dress, despite his 'Brother' prompting him. He dressed like a male submissive, despite the fact his small body could pass for female.

Just as they arrived at the event, something( or someone landed beside them) Kurt looked out the window, trying to see past the dust that had risen when whatever had dropped from the sky. He could see the Crowned Prince Cooper Anderson.

Kurt could not deny how beautifully handsome the man was. His cheeks flushed red, and for a moment, his eyes met the prince's. The prince had beautiful blue eyes that sucked Kurt in at first glance.

"Don't stare; it is rude",, Stanley's voice awoke Kurt from his temporary insanity. "Prince Cooper is said to be one of the most attractive men in the world, and submissives are often caught in his trance. It is part of his power; it is called charm."

"Charm", Kurt repeated slowly.

"Yes, along with charm, the prince has super strength, he can fly, and his regeneration is superb."

"Why-?"

"I am telling you to let you know how out of your league he is. He is a playboy who sleeps with submissives and dumps them after. However, his intelligence is second only to the King." Stanley said. He moved to open the door and stepped down, presenting his hand for Kurt to take. "His brother went to war with us, and he is the real definition of a monster. He is invincible and can crush any being he wants, power second only to the King. He can regenerate but not as good as the crown prince."

Kurt took the outstretched hand and used it to step out of the carriage. The prince had left already; Kurt walked beside his 'brother' into the party.

The butler at the door took their coats, and the next butler who stood at the bottom of the stairs announced their presence.

"Presenting the future Baron Hummel and his Kurt Hummel" Eyes turned to look at them. From the podium where the royal family was seated. Kirt could swear he saw Cooper smirk. Kurt immediately lowered his eyes; charm was a powerful skill.

Stanley introduced Kurt to many of the party-goers, and Kurt had greeted them all with a smile. It soon became their turn to approach the royals and greet the King, Queen and the Princes.

Stanley held Kurt's hand up the stairs. "Your Majesty the King, I present my brother Kurt Hummel and myself, Stanley Hummel," Stanley said. The King was a handsome man with blue eyes and Black hair. The King was said to be the strongest in the kingdom.

"Pleasant greetings to our Beautiful Queen and her most handsome sons."

Kurt bowed and kept his eyes fixed on the floor. He only looked up when he heard his name.

"Kurt, huh?" Kurt's eyes darted to the direction the voice came from. The crowned Prince Cooper had said his name. He had a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Now, none of that, Cooper." The queen intervened; Kurt's eyes went to the beautiful raven-haired woman with honey-coloured eyes. "You are quite beautiful. Kurt, your father, was a good friend of ours. It is a pity he disappeared before your Showing."

The showing was an event that happened when a submissive turned 15. A small party where possible suitors could be found.

"Thank you, your Majesty the queen", Kurt said.

"It seems my youngest son has something to say." The king said. Kurt didn't look at the king, he could feel the presence of such a strong entity, and he was afraid. It was like his presence was seeping out.

The Queen had passed on her regeneration skills to her sons, and the King passed on some of his powers.

"Not at all, I cannot even see his face with his face turned to the ground" The youngest prince had a voice smooth like honey. Kurt was tempted to look at the prince but remained bowed in fear.

"He is a submissive; dad's presence will affect him. Kurt is also pure; he is not used to strong auras yet," Cooper responded. "Of course, he will make himself as small as a mouse."

"Enough, boys." The Queen came to Kurt's rescue again.

"Kurt, your brother and I were discussing your status. I do apologize, but with the war, I did you a deep disservice by not helping you find a suitable suitor in memory of your father," The King said.

"Thank you",,, Kurt responded quietly. He feared the king could not hear him over the sound of violins playing.

"Sebastián, the Duke seems like he would be a good fit for you. You would just have to tame his nature," Kurt remembered Sebastian. The playboy asshole, he slept with every submissive with two legs and kept many widows on call. Kurt had prepared a defense, but now in the presence of the King, he was too scared to speak.

"Father, can you hide your presence so he can speak?" Kurt heard the youngest prince speak. A moment of silence, and it suddenly felt like Kurt could breathe again. He didn't even know he was shivering. Kurt looked up to look at the second prince.

It took one moment for Kurt to stare at the prince and their eyes to meet for the burning sensation to start.

Kurt fell to his knees, confused, clutching his burning hand in his other hand. It was like his hand was on fire. A symbol appeared on his hand. The pain was intense; Kurt's screams caused the musicians to stop playing. Then everything went black.