March 30, 1096
Night persisted as nothing showed signs of calming down. Honestly, things were getting worse as the rowdy, sick crowd grew anxious, paranoid, and beyond furious.
The guards were doing nothing to help, keeping the people away from invading King Galot’s home with demands and wanted answers on their lips. The royals were the only ones the guards allowed through without a problem.
Because, even if they are in King Galot’s territory, who are the guards to stop royals from entering?
49 closely followed Prince Cyn, who held his stomach in pain with a green tint on his face. 49 won’t admit that Prince Cyn’s acting skills surprised him. He didn’t know how the alpha could fake a sickness this well.
As they continued towards the throne room, 49 had taken a new but similar role. He now played as Prince Cyn’s personal guard; it made it easier to follow him into King Galot’s home. At this moment, instead of wearing a helmet, he wore a face mask covering his nose and mouth.
A groan pushed him from his thoughts as he saw a woman holding her mouth closed with a pained frown. She deeply swallowed, not allowing anything to come out. “Sister, are you sure you are fine to be here?” Another voice, lace with concern, asked.
“If I am not here, would they have listened to you?” The woman replied as 49 could hear no harshness in her tone. And 49 understood what she meant.
The man holding her is an omega. For an omega prince to be alive is an amazement in itself. But even if they allowed the omega to live, other highly positioned people would not listen to an omega.
And another thing that 49 noticed, causing deep lines to appear over his face as he held back a sneer, was that omega was the one he smelled on Prince Cyn before.
The omega glanced over at Prince Cyn, looking like he wanted to ask if he was okay, but would look back to his sister, keeping quiet.
49 would not admit how he felt about the situation. It shouldn’t matter to him. But as he continued watching the omega, he could count the difference between them. The prince was the epitome of an omega—beautiful, smooth-skinned, soft, and elegant. 49 was far from that—he was rough, scarred, aggressive, and far from beautiful in everyone’s opinion.
So, if Prince Cyn wanted to turn his attentions towards an omega who was a royal, it didn’t matter to 49, who was still a slave.
But, when he saw Prince Cyn smiling back, causing the omega to look away quickly with red ears, 49 secretly jabbed Prince Cyn on his side.
Prince Cyn grabbed his side while looking back at 49 with a spread, sadistic (or masochistic when it came to 49) smile on his face as he mouthed, ‘You’re my lovely omega.’
49’s eyes narrowed as a sneer radiated off him. He looked away from Prince Cyn and everything else. I belong to no one, he solidified.
When they reached the throne room, the royals opened the doors, not caring for the guards trying to make them wait. As the doors opened, they could hear the conversation between King Galot and one of his guards.
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“What are you, incompetent idiots, doing? How hard is it to find my son? He is just one person!” King Galot screamed, slamming his hand on the throne’s arm.
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King Galot’s face turned more severe, looking ugly with how it scrunched up in anger. He stood up, swiftly picking up his hand as he slapped the guard hard. The guard fell to the ground with a thud as they sat there with a reddening cheek.
“Then you play the fucking captain and fix the problems. I don’t want to see your face until you are carrying my son with you. You are dismissed!”
“And the people?”
King Galot picked up his foot, getting ready to kick the insubordinate guard when a voice cleared their throat, making themselves known.
“King Galot, we need to talk.” A sharp male voice secretly demanded.
As he turned towards the voice, King Galot’s demeanor quickly changed as he saw who was before him, interrupting his “talk” with his guard.
He moved back towards his throne, sitting down as he waved his hand, “Prince Jevge, Princess Anar, Prince Cyn, and Prince Ajit, welcome, please come in.” They were already inside, but King Galot acted like he still had power in this situation.
King Galot ignored 49’s presence, but it didn’t matter since he played Prince Cyn’s private guard. There was no need for King Galot to acknowledge him; he was like Prince Cyn’s shadow.
The guard, from earlier, scrambled off the ground once he saw them, quickly leaving with a short bow and zero glance.
Prince Jevge, who 49 guessed talked before, spoke his concerns with narrowed eyes, “Do you understand what is happening outside? My brother has fallen sick after eating your food, and he is not the only one. Twice is a coincidence, but a mass is deliberate. Is there anything you have to say for yourself, King Galot?”
Prince Ajit opened his mouth, wanting to say his own words, but quickly shut it right after. The king would never listen to his words. Instead, he held his groaning sister, who looked ready to drop at any second.
49 could feel Prince Cyn leaning against him, covering his mouth like he was going to hurl. But 49 knew that the alpha hid his amused smile.
“Are you, Prince Jevge, implying that I intentionally tried to poison everyone during this event. I’ve had a successful event for years without any problems, and suddenly since everyone is becoming sick, it is my doing?” King Galot gripped his throne’s arm, glaring at Prince Jevge.
Standing his ground, Prince Jevge crossed his arms, glaring back, “And what do you expect us to say? It doesn’t matter if things have been successful for a few years; a mass of people are falling sick, and you are sitting here doing nothing, which makes you a prime suspect.”
King Galot slammed his fist on his throne’s arm, “Are you forgetting that this is my territory you are visiting? You do not have the right to come in here accusing me of anything! I am a king, and you need to remember your place, prince.”
“Yes, you are the king,” Prince Jevge agreed before continuing, “a ‘successful’ king who doesn’t need the resources my father is trading with you. We are finished here, King Galot, since you have no answer to give besides a tantrum.”
49 internally whistled; Prince Jevge was bold and fearless. The alpha bared his teeth at a king, in the king’s own territory, without a care in the world or fear of repercussion.
And after his words, Prince Jevge turned around, getting ready to step out when King Galot stopped him with gritted teeth; it appeared that the man did not want to lose any resources. “You want answers, and I can give you speculation for now. I will have my investigators look through this problem soon.”
Prince Jevge stopped but didn’t turn back, causing King Galot’s face to turn uglier. “It is probably my son, Prince Nabu. He has been acting differently lately, even poisoning his own mother. We had him locked away, but he freed himself and most likely caused this mayhem.”
Coughing loud while catching the attention of everyone, Prince Cyn finally decides to join in. “Yesterday, your daughter said that Prince Nabu was feeling unwell, but now you tell us he was locked away. It almost feels like you are throwing blame towards a missing son. But, what do I know? I am, but a ditsy person.”
After speaking those words, creating more doubt into the minds of others, Prince Jevge silently left with a righteous back.
“W-We,” Princess Anar weakly said, “a-are no long-longer trading with you.” She looked towards her brother, motioning with her eyes that they could leave; she was starting to grow paler with a green tinge. Prince Ajit glanced towards Prince Cyn for a second before helping his sister out of the room.
The only ones left were Prince Cyn and 49. King Galot looked beyond pissed, his face covered in red like a volcano, as he could not speak through his anger and gritted teeth.
Prince Cyn moved off 49, taking a step before stopping with a fake pained expression while holding onto his stomach, “I know my father has agreed to trade with you, but after this, I believe it won’t be happening.” Then, he motioned towards 49, telling him it was time for them to go too.
They quickly left before King Galot could say anything. As they left, they could hear the man raging, screaming for one of his guards to enter. Once they were out of the home and walked farther away, Prince Cyn grabbed 49, pulling him towards an alley.
Once 49’s back hit the wall, lips fell against his lips, bringing him into a bruising kiss. 49 tried pulling back his head to give himself some time to breathe, but Prince Cyn followed, not once letting go as he slipped his tongue inside, exploring every inch of 49’s mouth.
49 moaned as Prince Cyn’s tongue rubbed against his. He picked up his arms, getting ready to wrap them around Prince Cyn, falling into the bruising pleasure, when he heard a loud boom.
Pushing Prince Cyn away while separating them, he looked over, seeing smoke building into the sky, coming from a particular area. What? 49 questioned until he heard Prince Cyn’s laughter.
He looked over, seeing a crazed, hooded look in his eyes mixed with unadulterated lust. His swollen lips added to Prince Cyn’s wanton expression, silently building pleasure within 49. “Ah, I couldn’t help myself.”
49 could hear a building falling, guards running, and the few people, who were free from poison, screaming. But, all of it failed to register as he continued staring at Prince Cyn.
Prince Cyn entered his space once more, pressing against him as he could feel how hard the alpha was. 49 sharply inhaled, trying to glare at the psychotic alpha all over him. But, Prince Cyn started grinding against him, making it hard, especially when Prince Cyn’s scent started hitting his nose.
“49, can’t you hear the beautiful sound out there? I want to fuck you to this lovely melody.” He slid his hands under 49’s legs, lifting them. 49 could only wrap his legs around Prince Cyn’s waist as he used his hands to hold onto his shoulders.
“You—” 49 started, only to stop, his words dying in his throat. He could not find the right words to say or how to scold Prince Cyn. He was falling into the man’s flow as he could feel how much his body wanted this; wanted him.
“—can only fuck me, no one else.” 49 let out. He is not succumbing to this alpha, but that doesn’t mean he truly wanted him to sleep with another while fucking him; he doesn’t want to catch anything.
Prince Cyn smiled, “I told you, no one else could ever compare to you.” He captured 49’s lips once more, silencing everything else around them.
April 1, 1096
It took two days before they could leave. After people fell sick for 24 hours and a building unexpectedly exploded, nobody couldn’t leave until they checked out. However, King Galot could not hold the royals back anymore, letting them depart after two days.
49 stepped into the carriage this time; no one stopped him since Prince Cyn told his guards that he wanted 49 inside with him, especially after the “scare” that happened in King Galot’s territory.
Once they were clear and the guards were no longer paying attention, the assassin and his alpha snuck onto the carriage. It was quiet as they all stared at each other, waiting for the carriage to start moving and take them away.
When it began moving, Prince Cyn finally spoke, “You kept Prince Nabu, or I should say Nabu, nicely hidden, Ghost.”
“Yes,” Ghost responded.
“Just like you do with your child. The child is both yours, right?” Prince Cyn nonchalantly asked.
Ghost and Nabu instantly became tense as Ghost reached for one of his hidden knives. 49 silently glanced towards Prince Cyn, and seeing how calm he was, 49 decided not to make any moves.
Prince Cyn raised his hand, “Don’t worry; I would not hurt a child. I am telling you, Ghost, that after the years of knowing each other, there is nothing you can hide from me.”
“What do you want?” Nabu asked, grabbing Ghost’s leg and squeezing it.
“It is not what I want,” Prince Cyn responded, glancing at 49 with a broad smile, “it is what my omega craves.”
“I am not your omega.” 49 automatically responded as Prince Cyn continued talking.
“You will help us with seeing the Noble House of Night burning down to the ground.”
This chapter and the next will be long. The reason for this is that part one is finished after Prince Cyn’s chapter. I am going to post two extras after Prince Cyn’s chapter then take a month’s break before posting out part two. Sorry, everyone, I need the short break; I am stressed. My first job has been very stressful since we are understaffed due to some workers getting Covid, so I took on a lot, and then I have a funeral to attend soon (my great-aunt passed away). My second job has been fine, so I am hoping it stays that way. I feel a bit crazy.
Ah, also, I haven’t forgotten about getting the commissioned comic done for y’all (I feel like reminding y’all each time so y’all don’t think I forgot it).
A jealous 49 is good 🤭
Thanks for the chapter ♥️♥️
I have to say, even if the chapter is long it feels like it flies by. Everything is just so good! I love all the royals coming in to confront king Gadot and the king not knowing what to do. Prince Cyn is used to acting, so of course he would be great at it. I hope Nabu can stay safe from his fathers wrath. Possessive Prince Cyn and jealous 49 are a great combo. Thanks for the update and I hope things get better for you soon.
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