March 28, 1096
Prince Nabu moved Ghost towards his bed, sitting him down as the beta continued to shiver, even with the blanket over him. Prince Nabu guessed that his trembling dealt with his emotions rather than the cold.
“What do you want to do?” Prince Nabu wanted to say ‘us,’ but they never clarified that. What happened between them was supposed to be a one-night stand. Although, it was hard to make it one when Ghost filled his mind like crazy.
“You know I am an assassin, right?” Ghost responded, holding the blanket tighter against him.
“I do.” Prince Nabu knew that assassins couldn’t build close relationships. And they, especially, couldn’t have a child. If they do, it goes against everything. The reasons are because assassins could die anytime, or love would lead to a weakness that could make them spill every information they obtained.
He understood it well. And that scares him. He could feel the excitement building within him, something he had never felt before, at the mention of a child. But, if Ghost chooses to follow his code, what say does Prince Nabu have? They barely have a relationship besides sleeping together that led them here.
Ghost looked at him as Prince Nabu could see the pain swirling in his eyes. His heart stopped at the pure agony that stared back at him; Prince Nabu wanted to hold him and never let go. “I—” Ghost started, only to pause from getting tongue-tied. Prince Nabu patiently waited for a response, ready to go with anything Ghost wanted.
Taking a deep breath, Ghost felt his resolve mixed with sorrow; his hand fell towards his stomach as he tenderly rubbed it, “I want to keep my—no, our—child.”
After hearing those words, it felt like the rain had stopped as his heart started rapidly beating. “Can I stay by both your sides?” Prince Nabu quickly asked; he craved to be there every step of the way.
“I am not cruel.” Ghost muttered.
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And if he knew it would lead to him sitting away in a cell, he would still do it all over again without regret. Sometimes, he felt that they were fated to meet, and this is just another chapter pulling them together.
When he gets out here, what is the point of staying? All of this helped him make up his mind. He would rather be with a family that could trust each other than one ready to throw him to the wolves for every little thing.
Once he returns to Kiyt and River, he is never leaving again.
“You’re up.” A voice sounded outside his cell, pulling him from his thoughts.
Instead of sitting up, Prince Nabu turned his head, noticing the youngest, Princess Tamsen, on the other side. “Why are you here?” Prince Nabu asked. It is not that he was being rude. But he knew how much of a clean freak the youngest was.
And being in a dusty, dirty place like here did not mix with her shiny, pristine self.
“I cannot visit my brother? I only wanted to see you.” She responded, keeping her arms and hands clamps closely together; she made sure they touched nothing.
Prince Nabu sighed; it seemed that everyone wanted to see him. Before all this, the family ignored each other unless they had to do something together—whether it was to study, appear in front of others, or cater favors, the closeness between them barely existed.
“Are you part of it too?” Prince Nabu asked, ignoring his sister’s “goodwill.” There is no such thing as “goodwill” in this family; Prince Nabu would say he is the only sane one around here.
“In what?” Princess Tamsen confusedly questioned. She acted and sounded innocent, but Prince Nabu did not believe it. Even if she is not a part of the first and second born’s plans, she could still know about them. Plus, they all have learned how to be good actors, even if Prince Nabu rarely used the practice.
Prince Nabu finally sat up, staring at his sister, who still looked out of place down here. “Tamsen, do not let the other two bring you down or take their sides. Even when I am gone, you will take the throne, and when that happens, the other two will stab you in the back while twisting the knife in a second.”
Princess Tamsen looked away, barely letting anything show on her face. “I don’t understand what you mean or insinuating, but I will ignore it. I think you are not ready for visitors.” She started walking away, only to stop, adding over her shoulder, “And if you wanted to know, color is starting to appear back on mother’s face.”
She left after that, having nothing else to report or say.
Prince Nabu watched her leave with a sigh. She could act naive all she wants, but she is digging her grave involving herself with the other two.”
He rested his head back, hitting it on the wall as he waited for his breakfast to come. Looking up at the ceiling, Prince Nabu took his mind somewhere else. He thought about his son’s birthday coming soon—in two months to be precise.
Prince Nabu wondered what he should give him. Kiyt never asked for much, only for everyone to be together. And maybe staying while never leaving will be the best gift for Kiyt.
Another set of footsteps entered, making their way towards his cell. He looked over, seeing Princess Yeni with a food tray in her hand. She sweetly smiled at him while saying, “Good morning, brother.”
Frowning from the apparent deception, Prince Nabu looked away, “I rather starve than accept food you brought.” It would not be the first time she had poisoned his food.
He was five when she handed him a muffin. He accepted, thinking nothing of the cruel truth behind her kind mask. After eating the muffin, he grew sick for a month, barely holding anything down as his body became weak.
He recovered but vowed to never accept anything from her ever again.
“Haha,” Princess Yeni laughed. She tilted the tray, dropping the food inside the cage, letting it hit the ground. The glass cup and ceramic bowl shattered while the food splattered everywhere. “I honestly didn’t poison it, but since you rather starve, I can make your wishes come true.”
Prince Nabu sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “How much of a child are you? If you did not want me to eat, you know it is not hard to tell the guards not to serve me.”
“And where is the satisfaction in that? But, you are right, it isn’t. So, enjoy starving for the rest of the day.” Princess Yeni walked away, leaving after doing what she wanted.
As he glanced at the food and broken pieces, Prince Nabu could only sigh once more. His stomach growled as the smell of wasted food hit it, but he ignored it. Instead, he laid back down, closing his eyes.
If he slept, hunger wouldn’t bother him anymore.
Things are going to get crazy from here. Also, I am happy everyone is enjoying the story so far; this is something I made on impulse, so I appreciate y’all liking it.
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Well what a family of psycho… it looks really horrible to be surrounded by people like that since birth 🥺
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️