Arion stays sat on his bed, then swung his leg out of it , his bare feet hitting the cold floor . He need air . " it must simply be a nightmare, right?" He ask himself , he pace around back and forth in his room.
The child cooing the grip on the child hand was too real to be a dream, he place his hand over his stomach.
The nightmare of the amber-eye child was not a isolated terror; it was the seed of a corrosive anxiety that took root in Arion's soul.
He breath heavily in. " I'm sure it just a nightmare, it can't be real!" He says to himself, he walk over the mirror, looking for any change in his body, Arion take his cloth off , he strip nake, and place a hand on his belly again, the mark was still there but no longer throbbing.
Arion sigh. " there I go again!, I start thinking of crazy stuff now! It just a nightmare nothing will happen," he slap himself to end his slightest tiredness.
" well bath time!" He walk in the bathroom, he get into the bathtub and slowly relax his head and everything else.
He close his eyes for a little while, there he saw that child face and he felt it a flutter in his stomach.
" Ugh!" He opens his eyes fast and touches his stomach again, he press slightly on it , but felt nothing was wrong .
" I…I have to go to the physician!?" He wash up faster and does everything of his morning routine but doesn't fix his hair , he wear a simple tunic and goes in to the physician, a well secluded room in the palace.
Arion knocks one time, then once more,he knock for the third time until the door swings open .
He quickly walk in . " what bring my most important warrior here?, did you get wound in the night?, because it really is too early in the morning !" Odessa speak softly with sleep in his tone and a yawn , without knowing the turmoil Arion is going through.
" I need a full body check up! Don't ask me the reason,! I just need it" Arion walk closer , his feet trembling ( he had just scream at lyss yesterday and today , it him who's losing his balance now)
Odessa raise hand in mock surrender and start the check up .
A little moment later. " you have nothing sir Arion I'm sure maybe it just fatigue" odessa sit back down and cross a leg above another " well," odessa eyes turn predatory. " you never told me about the one who mark you! May I know it now , oh and , be calm you are not 'PREGNANT'" the cold in Odessa voice got Arion to stiffen up and get cautious.
" it my damn business! Mind yours!" He didn't want to have to explain anything he exit the room and walk back in his private room. Slamming the door shut . Once inside.
He walk over to pick his armor, and felt a deep and painful ache " FOR SHRIST's SAKE!" He scream in his palm .
Then come a knock on his door. " sir, the breakfast is ready, the other warriors are just waiting for you!" Eri says, he recognizes his maid voice. He sighs and doesn't answer immediately.
He wore a good royal training tunic , before coming out " alright let go!" He walk in a quick space then her, once in the royal cafeteria he took a sit, everyone went silent.
( eat in peace )
The maid served him his usually morning breakfast. He nod, he grab a fork and poke it in the sandwich. He carry it next his nose like usually do , but today he shouldn't have done it . " UGH!" He cover his mouth, the unexpected nausea, sent a jolt ice through his veins .
He get up and silently walk out of the cafeteria , he need air , as a soon as he exit , the chatter and laugher got back loud .
Days turn into week , Arion life becomes hell , he ate less , sleep less, his training was a desperate and reckless ferocity , he wish he could burn the possibility of pregnancy out of his system.
The simple thought of carrying kyon child énerve him , a perfect replica of the man who violated and claim him in brutality, it was a horror he couldn't bear., time to time, Arion find himself touching his belly, it must be nervousness,right, he convinced himself.
This relentless doubt ate away at his focus, he start making mistakes, his temper already short got even shorter.
Meanwhile, kyon, the man Arion bring himself to hate was far from the immediate vicinity of the palace ever since midnight , engrossed in his secret mission for himself the crown prince. But his mind far from the politic of possession , the king in a fresh wave of politics maneuvering , had put pressure on kyon to signing a marriage contract with prince valerius
( where does he come from this one!?)
A western prince, (oh okay), a powerful, alpha prince know for him demanding nature.
The king had presented the contract as a necessity for alliance, and hoping to secure a binding claim on kyon , and a further restrict freedom.
Unfortunately kyon had anticipated it weeks ago.
• one week ago •
" did you get the paper I sent you?" Kyon says quietly, almost as if he is talking to himself.
" yes here is it 'sir', should I replace the real document with this made up one?" The spy says quietly lending him the real marriage contract. " yes right go put back a old and fake one without getting caught!" Kyon walk away from there " ohh dear father worry not I'll soon take control of this palace, I know most of your plan but I'll let you accomplish it!"
He had smirk .
• back to the present • kyon got sent to the west during midnight ,Kyon, arrogant and always several steps ahead, had subtly engineered a clause in his departure logistics. He knew his father would want to maintain a fragile hold over him and, more importantly, continue to annoy Cassian. Kyon had ensured that within three weeks of his own departure, the King would be persuaded to send Arion to the Western Territories as well, ostensibly as a detail of the "finest security" for the King's heir.
Kyon fully intended to play the part of the vulnerable, weak prince at Valerius's court. He would allow Valerius to exert political dominance, to use him as a political tool, but he had drawn a hard, internal line: Valerius would not touch him. Not intimately. Kyon would use the pretense of "delicacy" and "acclimation" to keep the aggressive Western Prince at arm's length, all while waiting for his true possession, Arion, to arrive. The thought of Arion's furious face and his unwilling surrender was all the motivation Kyon needed to maintain his charade until his warrior was safely back under his control.
( the audacity)