March 28, 1096
They traveled late into the night, stopping when they reached Acover City. It is a city situated between Eswein and Espal territory. The carriage stopped as one of the guards left to find an inn. 49 stood back, watching from the shadows as Prince Cyn stepped out of the carriage.
The other guards tried speaking with or following Prince Cyn, but he brushed them off, making his way towards 49. “I do not need any of you following me. I can take him with me to look around.” Prince Cyn spoke, grabbing 49’s arm, pulling him closer.
49 gritted his teeth, the helmet barely showing his expression. Seeing that Prince Cyn was going with a guard, they backed off, following the one who went looking for an inn.
Once they were gone, 49 pulled his arm back as Ghost appeared near them. “What do you want?” 49 grunted out. He could see the calculating look in Prince Cyn’s eyes—how others missed it, he could never tell.
Prince Cyn looked at him with a smirk filled with desire. He touched 49’s chest armor, running his hand down it like he was touching bare skin. “Hmm, already getting to know me well. Such a beautiful, observant omega.” Then he turned towards a silent Ghost, “Go get me a dancer’s outfit. And a clean one that hasn’t been worn. I don’t want to smell any scent on it.”
Ghost nodded before quickly disappearing to start Prince Cyn’s order.
49 crossed his arms while tapping his fingers on his arm; he could already guess what Prince Cyn wanted to do. When they got here, he noticed Espal’s guards here as well, making their way to the festive event. But, like them, they stopped here to rest.
“You want me to infiltrate Espal’s guards? Are you going to seduce one for me to steal their outfit and armor?” 49 started. Even though he asked questions, he felt no need for them. He knew he guessed correctly.
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“Others have escaped, but it is not easy when there is a brand on you. That is why most are captured and returned to the market. Plus, some are so broken, they stick to the only thing they know—being a slave.” 49 responded. And that is why he had thrown away the dreams of escaping and revenge long ago; they were nothing but unattainable.
“Hmm,” Prince Cyn hummed, “You won’t have to think about that anymore because I am your escape.” Prince Cyn reached for his helmet, getting ready to pull it off as he leaned closer.
49 caught his hand once it touched his helmet, tightly holding it as he and Prince Cyn’s faces were barely an inch apart. Prince Cyn is his escape? 49 will never believe that—a master is a master no matter what the psychotic prince thinks.
He glared at the alpha that kept moving closer until their foreheads touched. Prince Cyn stared back at him like someone who discovered a magnificent painting they could barely obtain or feel. 49 could never understand what the alpha saw about him in his eyes. Because 49 could never see it.
“One day—” Prince Cyn started, only to pause when Ghost appeared once more. He stepped back as 49 released his hand. The tension between them took longer to dissipate like it always did.
49 could already see how they would be towards each other. The alpha would continue to push while 49 would only pull and fight through every interaction.
“I obtained a clean outfit for you, Prince Cyn.” Ghost greeted, handing the clothes to Prince Cyn.
Prince Cyn took them, walking towards an empty alley as he spoke to 49 behind his shoulder, “If you know what I want, then get it done.”
Watching Prince Cyn walking away, 49 turned towards Ghost, who looked back at him. They did not say anything to each other, only staring in silence before 49 was the first to glance away. He walked off, leaving the assassin behind as he searched for an Espal guard.
He found one outside the tavern while holding his helmet in one hand, and the other had a stick between its fingers.
The man put the stick between his lips, taking a puff.
49 walked over, his nose scrunching up in disgust. He hated the smell of tobacco. He remembered how Master Wind would purposely smoke, only to throw it in 49’s face to fuck with him. His hands itched by recalling the memory; he wished to rip Master Wind’s head from his body.
Clearing his mind from those thoughts, 49 walked over to the guard. “Hello,” 49 greeted, wishing he could cover his nose. He could take the scent of a decaying body, but tobacco is something he could do without.
The guard looked over at him, his eyes surveying 49 up and down before a sneer took over. He dropped the stick to the ground, stepping on it as he moved towards 49. “I forget that around this time of the year, Eswein trash frequents this area more.”
49 clenched his fist at those words. He did not care for Eswein territory that much because what have they done for him? But, Eswein territory is where his father was born and where his roots resided, so that is why he still felt anger.
“Trash, hmm,” 49 started before stretching out his hand, waving it, “why don’t you allow this trash to offer you a present? I hear that planning for such a big event could be stressful, that is why I would like to give you a lovely dancer to relax you. I promise they are better than a stick.”
The guard narrowed his eyes at 49, rubbing his chin before his sneer turned into a broad smile, “It seems that someone knows their place.” The man clapped his shoulder, causing 49’s fingers to itch more.
He couldn’t wait to get rid of this obnoxious man. Because there is nothing more than 49 hates than being told where his place is. Knowing it and hearing it are two different things; it didn’t matter if he and the man thought on two separate subjects; 49 didn’t want to listen to it.
“Then, follow me.”
49 guessed that Prince Cyn wanted him to take the man to the dark alley he disappeared to. 49 made his way there, with the guard following him while talking about things he did not care for nor deemed important.
Once they reached the dark alley, 49 started entering when the guard stopped him with a question. “Why are we meeting the dancer here?”
“The dancer is exceptional; they are too beautiful, and you wouldn’t want your buddies fighting for them too, would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t. Lead the way.”
As they entered further into the dark alley, where no one could see them, 49 saw Prince Cyn sitting on a wooden box.
And seeing the alpha reminded 49 of why he has been hearing people say Prince Cyn is the most beautiful alpha ever seen. There were no lies in their statements.
The prince held an ethereal, otherworldly beauty.
