City Outskirts
Noel: "So you're telling me…
you're the Omega King?
The one who was killed by his mate and tortured by his wife?" 🤔
Aaron: "Yes—
WAIT. WHAT?!" 😶
Noel: "Aren't you Omega Royal King Aaron?" 🤔
Aaron: "Yeah!" 😤
Noel: "Then it's true."
Aaron: "Impossible! Which kingdom is this, spreading such disgusting rumors?!
My mate is pure and innocent!
And my wife— she's my best friend!
Whoever started this, I'll behead them personally!" 😤
Noel: "Mr. King, for your kind information…
You're in the future.
Your story is our history." 😎
Aaron: "What—
No.
No way.
You're pranking me!" 😤
Noel: "Then look there." 😎
Aaron followed her gaze.
He saw massive buildings, lights glowing without fire, poles holding ropes of wires everywhere…
Every building lit up like stars — bright without candles or moonlight.
It was beautiful.
And terrifying.
A world where no living creature from his time should exist.
Aaron: "No… way…" 😨
Noel: "Just go back to wherever you came from.
I have work tomorrow, I need sleep." 😤
She started walking away.
She glanced back…
He was still standing there, like a statue, wearing only her coat.
Realizing he was completely lost, Noel sighed.
Noel: "If you want, you can stay here… but only today.
Tomorrow you leave." 😐
Aaron didn't respond.
Noel: "Hey! I'm talking to you!" 😤
She touched his hand.
Instantly—
A blue spark flashed between their fingers, like electricity jumping between souls.
Noel: "What the—" 😶
Aaron: "What was that—" 😶
Noel's House
It was small.
Very small.
A tiny hall.
A kitchen squeezed on the left.
A bedroom barely big enough to lie down in.
Bathroom outside.
Old terrace.
A house at the border of the city —
looking old, creaking like a haunted shack.
Noel entered.
Noel: "Do you want something to eat?"
Silence.
She turned.
Aaron: "Is this a house or an animal shelter?
And that too… only one animal can fit inside." 😒
Noel: "What did you just say?
Do you want to DIE?
Don't insult my house!" 😤
Aaron: "Girl, don't call this a house.
Even a horse would feel offended living here.
It's a shelter." 😑
Noel: "Mr. King, if you don't want to stay—
leave." 😤
Aaron: "Who said I want to stay in this animal shed?
I'll go." 😎
He stepped outside…
A cold wind smacked him.
Hard.
The thin coat did nothing.
He shivered and immediately marched back inside.
Noel: "Didn't want to go outside?" 😎
Aaron: "Only for today.
Tomorrow I will find somewhere else." 😤
Noel: "But who would stay in an animal shelter?" 😏
Aaron: glares 😈
Living Room
Aaron wore the second-hand clothes Noel kept — clothes neighbors had thrown out during summer.
He sat beside her.
Aaron: "I want to take a bath." 😒
Noel: "You can't." 😑
Aaron: "Huh? Why?" 🤔
Noel: "This is not a palace.
We don't have private hot-water baths.
There's no heater.
You'll have to wait until morning and use the public washroom." 😑
Aaron: "What the—
You live worse than a beggar, girl." 😒
Noel: "Mr. King, PLEASE shut your mouth.
You're extremely annoying." 😤
Aaron: "Y–YOU—!" 😤
He stormed off into the bedroom.
Noel sighed, guilt creeping into her chest.
She knew.
He was a king — used to luxury, endless rooms, baths, servants, power.
Now he had a one-room house, no hot water, barely any clothes…
and those clothes weren't even his — they were thrown out by neighbors.
For the first time, she felt truly sorry for him.
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