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That night Arthur and Alfred slept in the nest they made. It was soft, warming, and above all else, welcoming the young omega. Alfred was scared of what was to come in the future. He knew that his main purpose was to breed and provide children for his prince. Yet, Alfred felt welcomed by Prince Arthur, the reason he did not know. His charisma? His looks? His brains? Yet as Alfred laid awake staring at his sleeping prince, he felt relaxed. It was something, but what? Taking in a deep breath, Alfred relaxed more and wiggles closer to the warmth of Arthur's lithe body.
He feels nice . . . I like it . . . Being . . . Comfortable like this . . .
Arthur shifted slightly and wrapped a lean arm around Alfred's small, pre-teen body. "Sleep my . . . Dear Alfred," breathed Arthur gently as he pulled Alfred closer. Alfred blushed and put his head into Arthur's chest, his body completely relaxed as he fell deep asleep. The blonde haired prince awoke before his soon-to-be mate. He rubbed his arm against Alfred's back and kissed his omega's nose.
I really do like Alfred. He is not only just an omega, but a male and perfect omega for me.
That was when Arthur felt his omega stir. "Mmmm . . ." mumbled Alfred as he stretched. His eyes fluttered lightly as he opened them and closed them. "Arthur?" The omega threw a thin arm around Arthur's chest and snuggled close to the wonderful scent that was Arthur.
Chuckling and hugging Alfred to get him closer, Arthur replied, "I'm here poppet. I'm here." Arthur pressed his nose to Alfred's dusty blonde hair and took in a deep breath. The younger prince had to suppress a shiver down his spine. The scent was like nothing Arthur had ever smelt before. Sweet and full of emotion that was love and something else that the alpha could not explain.
His scent is getting stronger. It's coming closer . . . His heat.
Licking his lips, Arthur kisses his omega. "Time to eat love" Arthur stood up and stretched. He slipped on a robe and grabbed Alfred's rob for his dear one. "Love?" asked Arthur as he started to offer his hand.
Shaking his head, "D-don't wanna . . ." groaned Alfred.
"Alfred, dear, you must eat. You're in preheat and you need to store energy for later." Arthur grabbed Alfred by his waist and lifted him up gently. He quickly slid on Alfred's robe and tied it closed with a tight knot. "We're eating, especially you," huffed Arthur, "I am you alpha and I am going to carry out my alpha duty to my omega by caring for you." The prince grabbed the omega's hand and led him downstairs to the large dining room. There at the table was the King, the Queen, and their two children. "Salutations dear brother and I bid you a good morning Alissa," smiled Arthur, "Morning dear children."
A deep green eyes looked up at Arthur from his poached eggs. "Morning Uncle Artie."
"Uncwal Arfie!" smiled the youngest child of King Allistor and Queen Alissa. Alfred gave a smile at the two young children. The oldest had to be no more than six years of age, while the youngest, given her speech, had to be, at the most, three. "Uncwal Arfur, who dat?" asked the youngest child as he pointed the Alfred.
Wrapping an arm around Alfred and pulling the omega close, Arthur smiled happily at the two children. "This is going to be my mate. Your Aunt Alfred," smiled Arthur as he motioned to the oldest child, "Connor, who is seven, and the other is Heather, who just turned three last week."
"Hi," smiled Alfred shyly.
Heather jumped down from her seat, causing her barely shoulder-length hair to bounce up. The little girl with red curls and ice blue eyes walked over to Alfred and stared up at him. "Hi," she smiled.
Smiling back, Alfred said, "Hi little one."
The queen smiled as she stood up. She walked over gracefully and picked up Heather. "Nap time." The child didn't fight against her mother because she knew the routine and what happened if she woke up early and had to wake up her parents to entertain her. Heather shrugged her shoulders and rolled into her mother's chest for comfort. "It's nice to meet you Alfred. I hope your stay is nice and you enjoy you new life," smiled the queen as she disappeared with the dozing off Heather.
Arthur pulled Alfred to a chair and sat down next to him. The prince made sure to put extra eggs, sausage, and potato hashes on Alfred's plate. "Eat," ordered Arthur. Alfred grabbed his fork and knife before he started cutting pieces of his food to manageable bites. He ate slowly and drank plenty of fluids. However, as Alfred would finish all of his eggs or sausage Arthur would add more of the food to his lover's plate.
"Bloody hell Arthur. Trying to make your mate fat. Ya got a fetish you need to explain?" pressed Allistor.
Raising one of his large golden brows Arthur replied, "My mate is currently in pre-heat and Alfred needs to eat to gain his strength to carry out the week to come." Allistor shook his head as he got up and left to conduct his the affairs of the kingdom. "Feeling better Al?"
Finishing a bite of potatoes Alfred said, "Yes, I'm full though. Very full and I want to sleep." Arthur nodded his head and stood up. He offered his hand to Alfred, which the omega took, and led Alfred back to the next. While they were away the maids changed the sheets the next. The scent had shifted. "T-the nest!"
Arthur hugged Alfred tightly and rubbed his back. "It's okay love. It's okay."
"NO! OUR NEST WAS DISTURBED!" screamed Alfred. "Someone was in "our" nest. "Our" space."
Arthur was taken aback about his mate's outburst and behavior over a little thing. Green eyes just looked at his mate as the prince was thinking about omega behavior. Taking in deep breathes through his nose, did Arthur finally understand after a moment or two of thinking. The sheets smelled god awful! Like a beta, no it was a beta. The surprised gaze of Arthur shifted to one of apology. "I'm sorry," spoke Arthur softly, "I will tell the maids the leave this room alone until you deem it alright for it to be cleaned." Alfred nodded his head as he went to lay down in the nest. The smells of it were different, but he knew that with time that it would smell like his alpha. His Arthur. "Alfred. I have to go and attend meetings for a bit. You are allowed to go anywhere on the estate or you can stay here. I love you."
The alpha smiled at his omega and went to change. He stripped of his robe and put on gray slacks and a matching grey double breasted jacket. Underneath the jacket was a pristine white oxford shirt. Encasing his neck was a light green tie. Arthur brushed his hair and added silver cuffs to the cuffs of his shirt. He walked back to Alfred and smiled at the sight of his omega's sleeping body. He bent down and kissed the dusty golden hair. "Be back in a while love," he whispered as he laid down his robe by Alfred.
Standing straight, Arthur left and went to the council room and started arguing about the course of action about the country with his brother and the council members. They fought for hours about the future. Wars that were going to eventually happen and enemies. The king blamed Arthur for not choosing to marry Francis because now the country wants to start a war. The blaming session went on for an hour straight. The red head repeated himself over and over until Arthur had enough of it. "Then just have an arranged marriage to your omega of a son or beta of daughter with the damn frog!" roared Arthur as his last bit of patience blew up in his brother's face.
"My children are not for bargaining," glared Allistor.
Arthur glared back, "So that makes me what? Chopped liver? We are royalty. Those that are not the first or the second in line to the throne and are not an alpha are used exclusively for the purpose of bargaining for unions that will create peace among kingdoms."
"Young Arthur has a point," spoke Roderich, "That is the purpose of all of the children that are not alphas, nor are the first or second in their line."
Allistor remained quiet for some time. He thought about what his brother brought to attention and what the head of the council seconded. The king may be harsh to his subjects and to his brother, but his children meant the world to him. All Allistor desired was to see them grow up happy and choose who they wanted to mate with. However, he has the duty of kingship and must protect his people and his family's name. Not to mention the fact that he has not yet to produce an alpha child yet only weakened his authority. To most who do not know the king would be surprised that he only remains with his wife, Queen Alissa, was out his love. Her capturing strawberry hair that shined brightly in the sun to her royal blue eyes all captured Allistor's heart. He loved her the moment he saw her, Allistor didn't care that she hadn't produced an alpha.
Biting his lip Allistor sighed, "F-fine. I'll have the first Prince of the Crimson Rose, Francis Bonnefoy, meet my children and see if he fancy one of them." Allistor was clearly sick by the movement and wished he did not have to do such a thing, but he had no other choice now. "M-meeting dismissed." The king quickly got up and walked to his chambers. Arthur followed suit to his own chamber.
On the long walk to his bedchambers, Arthur thought of his very soon-to-be mate. He smiled to himself about how different Alfred was from the normal royal courts. Uptight, too eager to please, odd, and sometimes demanding, but his omega was something unlike the world he grew up in. "Yes . . . My Alfred . . . My love," said Arthur to himself as he neared his door. Once he took inside of his room, the green in his eyes became just visible as the pupil took over. Drool gathered in his mouth as he continued to breathe in a heavenly odor. As Arthur began taking the, ever, so long steps towards the closet he stripped out of his attire. First the light green tie. Then the ebony shoes that gleamed in the light. Next was the grey double breasted jacket with the matching slacks. With instinctual strength, Arthur ripped off his shirt, buttons flying in all direction. The, once intact, shirt slide off his lean arms onto the floor as Arthur continued to the closet. Bending down, he ripped off his socks and finally touched the door knob. Licking his lips, Arthur opened the door and walked in to something he couldn't even dream.
Instantaneously, Arthur was hit with strong Omega pheromones. The scent tickled his nose lovingly as he drew in his breath. However, the green eyes gazed upon an opening sight, Alfred was on his hands and knees, panting hard, and moaning in frustration. No article of clothing was on his small frame. "P-Please! AHHH~" moaned Alfred. Arthur looked his omega over. Sweat laced the wheat golden hair. Heavily flushed cheeks, while the rest of him was lightly rosy in comparison. Sweat covering him from head to toe. A thick and clear substance streaming down his legs in large quantity. Slick. A heavenly aroma still danced around him, making the alpha's sense's go into overdrive and making primal instinct come out.
His pre-heat is gone . . . His heavenly scent is so overpowering . . . I want you, Alfred.
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