Note: (4/6) of the mass release. I am tired, but I will get the last two chapters out. I didn’t expect to be out for so long.
March 24, 1096
It was the middle of the night as Prince Nabu ran his hand through River’s short hair. Tiny hands gripped his and River’s shirt, keeping them close. Kiyt joined them hours ago, instantly sleeping once he laid between them both.
River faced the other way, but with how his back moved with each breath, Prince Nabu knew he was still awake.
He wanted nothing more than to close the space between them and hold him tight. Although, he couldn’t with their son resting between them. But, it would never stop his desire.
Even though he left many marks on River’s body, completely erasing the omega’s scent, he still wanted more.
Finally, River looked back, staring him in the eyes. They both got lost in each other, wanting to drown, but River quickly broke the spark between them. This always happened—at least this time, Prince Nabu got to touch River.
“Stop thinking so hard; I want to sleep. And remove your hand from my hair.” River told him with a whisper. He did not want to wake Kiyt, who continued to slumber between them.
The boy slept with no problems as a small smile rested on his face. He could not sense the tension between his fathers.
“Do you really want me to stop?” Prince Nabu asked. They were always hot and cold—there was no in-between. But, that is what kept Prince Nabu coming back to River over and over again.
His hand slid down to River’s face, tenderly touching his cheek before cupping it. River sighed, leaning into the hand for a second before moving his face away. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what, River? Keep touching you, or coming back, or even lov—”
River completely turned over, causing Kiyt’s hand to fall from him. Kiyt frowned in his sleep until River took his hand, holding it. He looked at their son rather than Prince Nabu.
Each time River would look away from him when he wanted to hide. Prince Nabu knew what kind of assassin he was and how many rules he broke to allow this and their son. He knew that emotions were not supposed to be for River.
But, Prince Nabu also knew that there was something between them. The tensions, the looks, and even the touches spoke louder than anything.
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River can keep saying that he will never love him and there will be nothing between them—Prince Nabu would keep pushing until River becomes honest with himself.
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River finally looked him in the eyes with a skeptical expression, “Would you really?”
“If you look me in the eye and say it, I would. I would do anything for you and Kiyt.” Prince Nabu honestly answered. They are everything to him.
Prince Nabu may have it ‘all’ by being royalty, but in reality, he had nothing. He lived an empty life, going through the days like an empty shell, listening to what his father wanted until one day he met River.
Prince Nabu walked down an empty graveled road that lay between a forest. He looked at the ground, trying to find something to interest him. Ever since he was young, he grew bored with anything before him. Not even his family could ignite an emotion within him.
He counted the rock-looking ground, making his way to three hundred when he heard rustling from his right side. His hand did not reach towards his sword like a regular person would; instead, he walked closer to the noise, wondering what it was.
As he got closer, someone flew out while a knife pressed against his neck. The scent of blood filled the air, conquering Prince Nabu’s nose as he glanced down. The person, wearing all black, was covering his bleeding side with his other hand. When he looked back up, he could see the person covered their face, minus their eyes.
The man before him was an assassin.
“Are you here to kill me?” Prince Nabu calmly asked. The knife, pressing against his neck, almost breaking the skin, did not bother him.
“You are going to help me. No questions asked, do you understand?” The assassin answered. He was breathing hard as more blood slipped through the cracks of his fingers.
“Can I know what to call you?” Prince Nabu asked.
The knife pressed harder, cutting his skin as a tiny drop of blood seeped through. Prince Nabu still did not flinch, but something made his heart beat.
His heart is always beating, but this was different. He felt something.
“What did I say about questions?” The assassin warned.
“To not ask them.” Prince Nabu almost sounded like a smart ass, but he genuinely answered the man. “I learned how to clean and close a wound. I can sneak you into my home and help you.”
The assassin stared him in the eyes as Prince Nabu looked back, showing that he was not tricking the man. After a few seconds of silence, the person pulled back, slipping his knife away.
Taking that as confirmation, Prince Nabu waved his hand, “Follow me.”
They walked together as the assassin’s heavy breathing surrounded them. It was calming to Prince Nabu, even though the sound indicated how badly that man was hurt.
A few minutes passed when he heard a voice say, “I am known as Ghost.”
Once those words took up the space, Prince Nabu felt interest coursing through his body for the first time since his birth.
“Say it, River.” Prince Nabu started as his mind filled with old memories.
River stared him down, opening his mouth as the words, “you’re drowning me, Nabu,” came out.
Prince Nabu reached over once more, touching River’s cheek before his fingers fell to his lips, rubbing them. The move caused River to inhale deeply. He closed his eyes as the touch enticed him.
“So are you, River, so are you.” He whispered, his voice almost dying out.
He brought Ghost to his room, closing the door behind him as he locked it. Ghost sat on the edge of his bed, lifting his shirt to expose his wound.
Prince Nabu walked to his bathroom, pulling out a kit he made himself. Once he grabbed it, he made his way towards Ghost, crouching in front of him.
He took in the scars on the body before his eyes fell to the deep gash. A question rested on his tongue, but he swallowed it down as he pulled out alcohol, needle and thread, and gauze with bandages.
Ghost continued holding his shirt up as he watched Prince Nabu like a hawk. Even though he felt a slight faintness, his eyes still laid sharp as his fingers twitched, ready to move if he needed to.
Prince Nabu went to work as Ghost took the pain without flinching, except his body trembled from the fingers touching his skin.
Prince Nabu has never felt desire.
As he stitched the wound before him, touching the skin under his fingers, Prince Nabu felt his body heating. Even as scars had a place on this body, the skin felt soft and good under his touch.
Tension built within the room as they both felt something wanting to take over their bodies.
Temptation is a weakness that no one could escape.
“Stay one more day; then you need to go home.” River’s words broke him from his memories once more.
Prince Nabu wanted to stay.
Every time he came around River and Kiyt, he wanted to stay forever, but he knew it could never happen. Why did they have to be who they were? If only they could have been working-class people.
“Then, for one more day, let me love you.” Prince Nabu begged.
“Don’t talk like you won’t come back.” River scoffed.
He might not, for a while. His father is becoming too suspicious of him leaving all the time. He knows that once he returns, there will be more elite warriors watching him.
“Please, River.” Prince Nabu became desperate.
The tone in Prince Nabu’s voice broke something in River as he lowered his eyes before nodding his head. “Go to sleep.”
Prince Nabu hummed before wrapping his arm around Kiyt and River. He closed his eyes, breathing in both their scents like they were his lifeline.
If only I could stay here forever. Prince Nabu thought to himself before deeply falling to sleep.
Also the commissioned NSFW art is confirmed: it will take two weeks or so to finish, please wait patiently with me, I promise it is coming.
I’m starting to wonder if it will be a HE for any of the two couples… 🥲🥲
It is HE. But it will take time and sacrifices before getting there.
I like it so much! Its gonna be a great history, but a lot of problems 🥺