Note: (2/6) of mass release.
March 23, 1096
Once his father dismissed them, Prince Cyn walked back to his room. But, he did not get far as his brother, Prince Eibhear, grabbed his arm, slamming him against the wall. Prince Cyn’s fingers twitched as he internally glared.
He wanted to kill his brother right there, but it was not the time. So, he calmed himself and played docile. Looking up, Prince Cyn gave his brother a sweet, confused smile while tilting his head, “Brother, is something wrong?”
Prince Eibhear sneered in disgust as he saw the smile, “You stupid brat better not do anything to embarrass us. You being alive is already a mistake.”
A prostitute gave birth to Prince Cyn. There is nothing wrong with a king sleeping with the omegas from the brothel. But it is a sin to have a child with one, especially when that is one of the reasons why the concubines are there.
It was a grave mistake that his father lied about it to their people, but the whole family knew. The queen, his mother, resented his existence. She was one of the ones that thought he should have been killed at birth because he was stained.
And his siblings were disgusted by him; not only is he ‘weak’ but a son of a lowly prostitute.
Lastly, his biological mother was not allowed in the home. His father ignored her, even when she grew sick and needed help. When Prince Cyn was young, he would sneak away, going to the red district to give his mother medicine. She was the only one kind to him.
And he stupidly got caught as the queen brutally killed his biological mother in front of him, telling him, “don’t stain yourself further by surrounding yourself in this filth. Don’t forget that the king’s blood still flows within you.”
Oh, Prince Cyn won’t forget; he definitely won’t forget.
Faking tears, Prince Cyn touched his own cheek, trying to appear cute. “Ah, brother, I hope I did nothing to upset you. I promise I didn’t tell anyone that I see you frequenting the brothel every weekend.”
He internally smirked as he could see his other two brothers watching from the corner of his eye. He made sure he spoke his words loud enough for them to hear.
“You what?” Prince Wyot finally spoke, entering the conversation.
Prince Eibhear gritted his teeth before a growl slipped through them. He raised his fist, “You disgusting bitch! You said that on purpose.”
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Stepping forward, Prince Wyot tightly gripped Prince Eibhear’s wrist, making it impossible for the man to move it any further. “We need to have a discussion, brother, on you slipping into temptation. What would you do if you impregnated one of those filths? Don’t we already have enough?” Prince Wyot’s eyes slipped to Prince Cyn for a second.
Prince Cyn ignored the gaze on him as he internally laughed. Please, keep fueling my hate because when it explodes, it will explode well, brother. He stayed in his position, not once getting up.
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Prince Eibhear deflated after those words, lowering his eyes as he nodded. Once Prince Wyot saw the nod, he let his wrist go before turning around with rigid grace, “Follow.”
Giving one last glare to Prince Cyn, Prince Eibhear followed his brother as they left the hall. When Prince Cyn heard their footsteps becoming faint, he picked his head up before standing. He wiped away his fake tears, getting ready to smirk when he noticed his other brother, Prince Quin, still present.
Prince Quin was quiet and observant. He barely spoke, and people found his presence calming. But, when he entered the battlefield, there rested a brutal breast within him. None of the kids could escape their father’s genes.
“I am not stupid like the others in this house,” Prince Quin commented.
Prince Cyn tilted his head with a confused expression, still playing cute, “I don’t understand, brother.”
Moving forward, Prince Quin stopped in front of him. He had his arms crossed behind his back. He used his toes to lean closer as he whispered in Prince Cyn’s ear, “Your act is repulsive, brother.”
Leaning back, Prince Quin used his heels to turn himself back around as he walked away. His steps were not like the others; they were silent like assassins. Narrowed sharp eyes watched Prince Quin leave.
Don’t think you are invincible, brother, because you can see through me—even the strongest person falls.
March 24, 1096
Today is the day the royal family will go to the Colosseum.
Prince Cyn changed into his best clothes, walking out of his room as the maid jumped from the door suddenly opening. He smiled at the maid as it seemed like the sun shone on his body.
Many people had bad things to say about Prince Cyn, but his beauty could never be one of them.
He had beautiful long silver hair that looked soft and flowy—unlike the rest of his family’s honey brown hair. His thin almond electric blue eyes, button nose, and bow-shaped lips pulled people in. He was beautiful. More beautiful than any omega, which gave way to another problem with Prince Cyn. No alpha should be more beautiful than an omega.
A face appeared close to hers as no smell hit the maid’s nose. She jumped, causing Prince Cyn to give a short laugh. “Sorry, I was making sure you were still alive. You were staring like a statue.”
The maid stepped back, quickly bowing, “I am sorry, Prince Cyn.”
Prince Cyn hummed before walking away. He raised his hand and called out behind him, “It doesn’t matter.” He walked to the house’s entrance, stepping out when he saw his family preparing to ride the carriage.
Instead of going towards the vast carriage, Prince Cyn made his way to his horse. His family would never allow him to share a carriage with them. But his father should have thought better because he could ride a horse better than all his siblings since he had been riding at the age of five.
He stopped by his horse, running his hand through her beautiful mane, “How is my girl?” He genuinely smiled. The horse tilted her head like she was answering him. “I missed you too.” Prince Cyn responded before taking his hand away to mount his horse.
Grabbing the reins, Prince Cyn waited for the carriage to move before riding. When the carriage started moving, Prince Cyn kicked off with his horse. He followed closely behind the elite warriors that guided their journey.
Once they reached the Colosseum, Prince Cyn stopped his horse, getting off before handing her over to one of the workers. “Make sure nothing happens to her.” He warned the worker. The intense glare Prince Cyn gave made the worker weakly nod.
He joined his family.
Another worker came to guide them to the exclusive row for royalty. When they made their way to the row and sat down, Prince Cyn looked at the arena. He watched the people fighting, sending limbs and heads flying.
Prince Cyn wanted to sigh as he crossed his legs, leaning back with a bored expression. People talked about the Colosseum like it was amazing. He always wanted to go to see the deaths and fighting. But only a few seconds in, and he grew bored. Was there anything exciting coming after this?
He glanced over at his family, who looked interested in the fighting. Well, except for Prince Quin, who barely held any expression.
As Prince Cyn grew bored while blocking out the cheering and screaming, the announcer introduced the supposed main attraction.
When the gates opened and a smell filled the arena, Prince Cyn uncrossed his legs as interest hit him like an oncoming carriage.
He smelled an omega in heat.
Omegas had always reeked to him. It was probably due to him going to the red districts when he was younger to see his biological mother, and the smell of omegas in heat also filled his nose. It became disgusting to him.
But the smell before him almost had him salivating. The scent reminded him of the calming herbs he would use to mask the aroma of the maids once they entered his room.
Then the omega stepped out, and Prince Cyn became pulled in.
Beautiful.
Those words ran through his mind as he saw the scars surrounding the omega’s body. He wanted nothing more than to run his fingers on every single one and map his tongue against them right after.
He had never felt a desire like this before.
“God, the omega may smell alluring, but he is ugly.” Prince Eibhear commented with a scrunched-up face. He looked offended, like the omega personally tricked him.
What did his brother know of beauty? Nothing if that is the face he sees everything in the mirror and still thinks he is attractive.
“I heard that the omega, 49, is popular. He never lost a fight.” Prince Wyot mentioned.
Prince Cyn wanted him even more after hearing his brother’s words. There could be no one as perfect as the omega before him.
Then, their eyes met—eyes deeply filled with hate burned Prince Cyn. And he meant it in a good way. Desire and something dark filled Prince Cyn’s eyes as he was hit stronger with ‘I must have him.’
And when the omega fell to his knees, pulling out a blade with a wide swing as the other fighters grew closer without breaking contact. Prince Cyn knew that it sealed the deal for him.
49 would be his.
Thanks for the chapter~
I guess this could be called love at first sight, with a murderous twist 😅