New chapter, because it's just coming to me :) Read my other stories if you can! Sorry if there is any spelling errors, I don't have anyone to proof my stories.

~~~Meridian Shore Castle~~~

It had been a few months after Alfred's first heat. His treatment didn't change much, but his classes did. Now, he had a tutor teach him about building nests and keeping his mate happy. Alfred strived to at least be the best omega he could be. Alfred's father didn't talk to him much after the big discovery, so every evening Alfred would eat in silence. He knew that his father was calculating and that something was going to be concocted. Like normal, Alfred stood up and walked away quietly to his room.

He looked at red carpet that was laying atop the cold, grey cement. Body knowing where to go, Alfred made it to his room within a few minutes. The door creaked loudly as he opened and closed it. Taking that last of a few strides, Alfred jumped on his bed and curled up. He had disappointed his father. He felt sorry, but he knew that he couldn't have chosen this on purpose or had meant to. Things just turned out the way they did, because they did. Breathing silently, Alfred sat up slowly when he heard his door open. "Alfred," started his mother, "Y-you are to p-pack the things t-that are cl-close to you and n-needed. Be q-quick now. Y-you have a long jou-journey, dear."

"Mother?" asked Alfred. His fair-haired mother ran towards him and wrapped her covered arms around him tightly. "M-mother? I-I don't understand." Alfred felt a wetness grow on his head. It was small at first, barely there. However, that changed as the moments passed by quickly.

"Y-you're leaving us . . . It'll be for y-your own goo-good Al," pulling her light head back and smiling, his mother looked at him, "This is for you."

Lillianna stood up, her face streaked with her tears. Wiping them ,she turned and walked away silently. "Mother . . ." breathed Alfred. It took him a few minutes to register what had happened and what was going to happen. The young preteen could feel tears prick in the corner of his and he didn't stop them from dropping. Doing as he was told, for he felt like he should or suffer from not doing as told, Alfred packed. Pulling out a brown luggage bag, Alfred put in some clothes that filled the suitcase half way. Looking around, Alfred was crying more and more. His vision became blurry as he grabbed some of his toys and carefully put them in his suitcase. Alfred walked around his dim room, looking at fond memories as he walked by. This only caused more tears and made his heart sink more and more. Shaking his head, Alfred shut his suitcase and secured the contents inside tightly. He walked downstairs and wiped his tears as he walked outside.

However, the tears picked up more as he saw a carriage awaiting him. Knowing full well now that he was leaving, Alfred shook his head, and walked to the black lacquered carriage. He slid his bag in and looked behind him. There was nothing. No one there to say good bye. Feeling alone, Alfred climbed into the carriage. Looking around one last time, Alfred spied the old tree he used to climb in with his brother. So many memories were created here and now they were being taken away. The carriage lurched forward as Alfred gazed upon the garden, knowing the stones that he and his brother had decorated for his mother would always be there. "Goodbye . . ." whimpered Alfred.

~~~Kirkland Estate~~~

Arthur paced around. His head hurt from interviewing so many candidates for his bonding, all of them were annoying. The worst was Francis Bonnefoy. "Damn Frenchi," twitched Arthur, "Smelled like cheese and wine." The blonde haired prince paced in his room, his frustration evident. "I need someone! Someone who will be strong for me. Someone who will be there." The pacing picked up in speed, nothing but blurs of greens and browns. "Damn brother . . ." breathed Arthur. "Just need someone beautiful, strong, and supportive." A silent knock on the door emitted as Arthur continued to pace with ferocity. "WHAT?!"

"Prince Arthur, your newest candidate has just arrived for you to bear witness," replied a servant.

Sighing, "I'll be right there Winston." Arthur looked in a mirror hanging on his bedroom wall. Quickly he combed his hair with his fingers and tucked in his shirt. Nodding in approval, Arthur grabbed his embroidered coat and slipped it on. It was a crimson coat with gold lacing down the front and around the wrist. Small designs were etched into the base color. As he walked proudly down the elegant halls, Arthur smelt something delicious. It was divine, almost like a bakery one would walk into and see the freshly made goods. "Mmmm . . ." mumbled Arthur, "Good . . ."

Arthur walked to the throne room. A large room with royal blue carpeting that was wide in every way. Steps that had red carpenting leading the thrones of the king and queen. The walls were painted in golds, greens, reds, and blues to show the signs of royalty. As Arthur walked into the large room, he saw a young boy standing before his brother. Arthur walked up and stood next the at the base of the steps, before his brother and the young boy. "Dear brother," started Allistor, "This is Alfred F. Jones of Meridian Shore, a family of high stature with our society and a suitable choice for your bride."

Alfred bit his lips as the king finished his statement. This is why I am here? A wife . . . A baby maker . . . Thought Alfred.

Arthur looked at Alfred with soft eyes, so that he didn't startle the boy. "He is young. No more than thirteen, yet possesses true beauty," admired Arthur, "Tell me, Alfred, what do you want?"

The young omega looked at the prince's emerald eyes and was appalled by their beauty. "I . . . I want to make one happy, for that is my duty as a lowly omega Prince Kirkland." Arthur frowned at the response, yet he knew something was different about Alfred. "If I am able, I will produce your children or be cast into shame for being barren and drag my family down with me," Alfred added some malice to his last words.

"Have you begun your heat cycle Alfred F. Jones of Meridian Shore?" questioned the king.

"Y-yes, I started my cycle at the beginning of summer . . . Three months and two weeks ago to be exact."

"Did you have any sexual encounters?"

"No, my King."

Allistor continued to perform a background check on Alfred, until Arthur stopped the questioning. "Dear King, I choose Alfred F. Jones of Meridian Shore to be my bride," stated the prince, "He and I shall be wed as soon as possible."

"Very well Arthur, he is yours. Dismiss," ended Allistor.

Arthur took Alfred by his hand and guided him out of the throne room gently. Every moment was designed to be gentle and caring. "Alfred, please speak to me." The young omega didn't utter a word as tears lined his eyes. Arthur stopped and quickly gathered the young boy in his arms "Alfred, Luv . . . It'll be alright. I'll be here for you."

"I'm sorry Prince Kirkland," whimpered Alfred. His heart was heavy and the Prince smelled intoxicating. "I'm sorry I am weak."

"Weak? You are not weak Alfred. I know you must be scared," started Arthur, "You were plucked from you home and brought here and now you are forced into a marriage you may not desire. I promise you that I will be nurturing to you and that I will love you with all my heart." Something about Alfred made Arthur desire him. It wasn't his pheromones or his looks, it was hidden deep within Alfred. Something that the prince could not place. "I will love you until the end of time, Al."

Alfred looked up at the prince with red eyes and tears staining his face. "Al? No one calls me that . . . I . . . I like it," smiled Alfred. Arthur smiled back and kept one arm wrapped around his young lover as he continued their walk. He took Alfred to the royal garden. "Pretty," uttered Alfred in awe.

"Yes, I agree," smiled Arthur as he ran his pale fingers over a flower, "My favorite is the white rose. What is yours my princess?"

Blushing hard Alfred replied, "I like lilies." Arthur smiled and kisses Alfred's hand before letting go. He left without a word. Alfred became worried as he was left alone in a new place. It was only a few moments before Arthur was back, but he could sense Alfred's fear and worry in the air.

Quickly he ran over to his omega and hugged him again. "Alfred, I will not leave you. Do not fret darling," he coaxed as he ran his fingers through Alfred' dusty colored hair. Alfred hugged back, feeling dependent on the alpha already. Smiling, Arthur pulled the embrace apart, "I went to pick you these poppet" Arthur held up a bouquet of tiger, siroi, and stargazer lilies. "For you," smiled Arthur.

Alfred took the beautiful bouquet and smiled, "Thank you so much Prince Kirkland."

"Al, call me Arthur. I am yours and you are mine," spoke Arthur as he put his hands over Alfred's.

"Yes, Pr- Arthur," smiled Alfred. Being brave, Alfred got on his tippy toes and kissed Arthur's cheek. He quickly pulled away, but not before Arthur spied the strong blush on his face.

Wrapping a hand around his omega's small waist, he continued to walk with Alfred. As they walked, Arthur wondered why Alfred smelled so wonderful . . . So potent. "Alfred, do you know when your next heat will be?" Wide blue eyes looked up at Arthur as he shook his head. "It's okay Luv, we'll figure it out, but first I want you to eat."

"O-okay."

Arthur pulled Alfred to the dining room, where he pulled a chair for Alfred to in and pushed him in. Smiling, the alpha disappeared into the kitchen. "Please prepare high caloric foods for my new mate. I believe he is in pre-heat."

"Si," replied the happy Spaniard, "Bueno para tu, Señor Kirkland."

The alpha came back and took his place sitting next to Alfred. "Do you feel any better? I know this is very sudden for you."

Alfred blushed lightly as he swung his legs under the chair. "I feel better around you," blushed Alfred more, "Being around you calms me a lot and you're so nice . . . I hope I can fulfill your needs my Prince."

"Darling, it's Arthur to you and only you," beamed Arthur with sincerity. Alfred nodded happily.

Within that moment, the doors to the kitchen opened wide and in came a tanned skinned man with greens eyes, almost like Arthur's. He pushed a rolling cart towards the long mahogany table and upon that cart were plates loaded with steaming recipes from around the world. Smiling, the chief put the plates on the table, "For you, so eat muy, muy bien."

"Al, this is Antonio the head chief."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Antonio," smiled Alfred.

The Spaniard smiled, "You too. Make Señor Kirkland muy contento!" Alfred didn't know what Antonio was saying, but he nodded his head and smiled.

"Thank you Antonio, you may go." Antonio smiled as he wheeled away the cart and went back to the kitchen. "Alfred, please eat to your hearts content." Alfred nodded his head and ate some from the steaming dishes piled with food. He attacked the chicken egg noodle soup first and stopped shortly after that, because Arthur offered him some Sunday dinner, roast beef and boiled vegetables. "Good boy, eat all you can," smiled Arthur.

Alfred ate what Arthur handed to him and this cycle continued for a little bit. However, Alfred stopped Arthur as his alpha was handing him some Italian food, because he was full. "Please, I am full quite full now. Thank you for the food."

"Luv, everything for you." Alfred smiled and followed Arthur, for he had gathered his omega's hand. The two walked around a bit longer and Arthur took Alfred up the stairs. "Alfred, this palace is your home now. You are free to wander where you'd like to be," spoke Arthur as he led further up the stairs, "The garden, the library, anywhere is your's. Just stay clear of the throne room and my brother's private chambers please. Can you do that for me?"

Alfred looked around as they climbed higher and higher within the palace. "I understand Arthur. I am only yours." The omega saw a wide smile spread on his alpha's face. Soon, Arthur stopped in front of a door. "Arthur?"

The alpha opened the door and led his omega in. "This is my room and it is now your room," smiled Arthur, "I want to be around you as much as I can." Alfred looked around and walked around the large space. The older man chuckled, "Everything alright poppet?"

Stopping and looking at Arthur, "It's big . . . And wide . . . And open."

Alfred continued looking around the room and absorbing every detail. The room was colored with a white color, yet it had an olden touch to it. Eggshell seemed best to describe it as the floors reigned in a golden gleam. A mirror hung proud upon the eggshell wall, it's border dark and only darkened more due to the lacquer that gave it an indescribable shine. A golden love sofa and two chairs lay around the room with pillows strewn to their structure, making them plump looking and soft to the touch. Dark mahogany lacquered dressers lace the wall underneath the mirror and a desk of the same color adorn the wall opposite of it. The bed lay against the wall opposite the door. Light colored sheets of gold and white made the large bed appear soft, while large pillows rested against the headboard Alfred continue to look. It was a big room and the ceiling had carved shapes engraved in it.

"Alfred we can get another if you desire," attempted Arthur.

The young omega walked around and spied a closet. He opened it and walked in. It too was big, but not as big as the bedroom. Almost perfect and Alfred would accept the size. The coloring was darker than Arthur's . . . No his and Arthur's bedroom. Black carpeting lined the closet as suits and shoes lined the walls. Emerald green danced among the walls in daring motions for the color littered them. Alfred ran back out and removed blankets, sheets, and pillows from the bed and rushed them back the closet. Quickly and quietly he started forming the rounded shape of a nest. Arthur followed and helped bring in more blankets and pillows as he watched his omega build. He smiled and walked over to help build. Alfred smiled and the two built the nest together.

The end result was a soft and fluffy nest rounded perfectly. "How do you feel, Al?"

"Warm and sick . . ." sighed Alfred as he remembered the last time he felt this way. "D-don't hate me."

Running a pale hand over Alfred's cheek, "Never. Not since I've found you."

Smiling lips joined with parted lips as the two were finally connected.

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