The weeks that followed were a blur of enforced normalcy, it felt anything but normal .
Arion start throwing himself into his duties with a manic intensity. He was cassian's now ,and the clung to the rigid structure role.
During those time he was rarely alone. Arion passed many sleepless nights, his back aching impossibly hard, his abdomen aching and heating up time to time .
Arion start feeling overwhelmed.
•afternoon•
Arion start supervising cassian new recruits in the yard, the air was hot and dusky, arion head throbbed, suddenly a young clumsy recruit name lyss tripped during a drill, Knocking over a rack of practice sword.
•clang!,clang!•
The noise made arion jump, his nerve instantly shredding, he spun around, his eye blaze with irritation and anger , it boiled over into pure unadulterated rage.
" LYSS! You incompetent fool!," He scream at him .
"Those sword are sorted by weight!,you just threw three hours of organization into chaos! Because you can't lift your own feet!" Arion scream at him.
"I—I apologize captain arion! I-I just slipped" Lyss stammer, his face pale with fear and shame.
" SLIPPED! A soldier doesn't slip! Arion walk closer to him with a horrifying look, lyss tremble, sweat covering his forehead. " you anticipate! You move with purpose!,if that were a skirmish, you'd be skewered!" Arion growl a deep growl in his throat.
The hardness and harshness in arion tone was disproportionate to the mistake, every other recruit averted their eye, each stunned by their superior's venom harsh demeanor.
"Go pick every damn sword up!" Arion says angrily before walking away.
A few hours later, arion was in the armory sharpening his own blade. The rhythmic scraping of steel on the stone was one of the few things that brought him a semblance of peace he doesn't even notice around.
Meanwhile kyon crossed arm and stand in the door way. " the blade is really immaculate" kyon voice soft and sweet " but perhaps you should save that sharpness for your blade only, and , I hear you that you've been unkind to a recruits" kyon advanced closer .
Arion stop mid-stroke , stone sounds abruptly ceasing, he doesn't turn around , he focuses on his reflection on his blade. " my duties are my own!," Arion says coldly,his voice flat and dangerously low, a stark contrast to his earlier outburst. "They do not concern you!"
" oh, but they do concern me sweetheart!" Kyon purr ,"Any change in your temperament affects me. After all, I am still the only one who truly knows how to calm you down."
The memory of the infirmary, the shame of his body's betrayal, flooded Arion. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sword hilt. Irritation became a burning, searing heat in his chest.
"I suggest you leave, Prince Kyon," Arion said, still not meeting his eyes. "I am on duty for Prince Cassian. Your presence is… disruptive."
Kyon chuckled, a pleasant, mocking sound. "Disruptive? Or simply tempting?" He took a step closer again , and Arion caught a sudden, strong whiff of white tea, a deliberate over-scenting that was meant to provoke. "I noticed the bruise on your jaw. Cassian is getting aggressive. You know I can protect you, Arion. All you have to do is choose me."
Arion's composure finally fractured. He slammed the sword down onto the whetstone. The metallic clang was deafening. He spun around, his eyes blazing with such furious annoyance that Kyon actually took a half-step back.
"I will choose death before I choose either of you!" Arion spat, his voice shaking with the intensity of his loathing. "You are two sides of the same manipulative coin. Now get out!"
Kyon merely smiled, the challenge in Arion's eyes filling him with a cold satisfaction. "As you wish, my warrior. For now." He gave a mocking bow and sauntered out, leaving Arion alone, shaking with uncontrollable rage, his hands tight fists against the raw, ceaseless irritation that was now his constant companion. He had to live like this, every day, until he found a way to reclaim the peace he had lost.
• back to arion private room•
The restless cycle of exhaustion finally dragged arion into a fitful shallow sleep, he was sprawled across his cot , fully dressed, too wary of lingering in the silence to fully undress, it was a rare peaceful moment of sleep.
Arion find himself trapped in a space that was both intensity warm and suffocatingly small the air was thick with overpowering scent of burning amber and a soft, earthy sweetness, arion recognized the scent of a omega in his early heat.
Arion find himself in a darkened space no light nothing, just then a sounds start, a thin needy cry that vibrates through his bones. He tries to sit up, but his limbs felt heavily weak , he look up and saw a shape nestled in the crook of his arm , swaddled in fine lined.
He forced himself up and walk cautiously closer. He looked closer . Lying there was a tiny newborn baby, tiny and fragile yet eerily familiar , the baby's skin was pale and flawless, but it head was crowned with a shock of jet-black hair that fell into the recognizable waves of royal family.
The little one open it tiny eyes and let out another distressed wail, they were the exact shade of dark, knowing amber that belonged only to prince KYON .
The child was miniature, a perfect replica of the man who tormented him . The nightmare wasn't just a simple vision, (…) ,it was biological,undeniable truth , arion felt a devastating, protective instinct , arion reach out to touch the crying child's tiny hand .
"…*cooing*" arion heart beat fast, the baby grip his hand tightly. Just Then kyon voice ring in arion ears " that our truth arion!, now you are truly mine" kyon voice soft and sexy .
Arion stay stiff ,heart beating fast , he could feel arion arm gripping his stomach and throat from behind, "n…no…, I SAY NO!" He gasp and open his eye it was the morning he was still in his room, his breath quick. Just a nightmare!, he reassured himself.