Thorough Breds 1: My Prince(18+)

27- The rise.

The news of his mating being tomorrow,  reached Type when he was in the kitchen,  at about 4 in the evening.

He knew he should trust Tharn. That he should go and talk to him, listen to him. But the part of him that was terrified,  seized the moment.

In the next five minutes,  he saw a glimpse of his entire coming life, his clothes being shoved up, as he was turned to his front, the cloth suffocating him, as that monster ripped his body apart.

He saw himself dress up everyday, keep his body in prime condition. Of servants prettying his body, lathering him in lotions and scents, as the law dictated an omega keep himself for his alpha.

He saw his skin tainted with cum, grunts and curses in his ears, pain in his body, humiliation in his veins. Being forced to come on a monster's cock, even his pleasure ripped from him without consent.

Crawling to him, sitting in his feet, smiling as he groped Type for the amusement of his friends. Then letting them share as well, letting them take his body, and his mouth, and to have to do it all just to live.

No!! No!! No! He would never-never allow his self-respect to be taken from him. He wouldn't allow any man to degrade him like that.

Love making was beautiful. It was an act of love, of trust. An act of mutual pleasure. The giving of one's body must always be done with willingness, with a promise of shared ecstacy.

Tharn had taught him that.

And he would not allow that mosnter to taint this body, to soil his very skin.

He would die before he let someone make him feel dirty in his own body.

That thought took him to the roof, lookinf down at the people going about their day. And he was forced to think, will someone care he was gone? Except his pince? His beautiful, kind, adoring prince.

His stupid, stupid man, who would probably cry for him. Mourn him. But then even he would move on, and everything would be perfect. Everything in its place- with Type gone.

He dangled his feet into the air, humming a cheerful tune, as if he wasn't sitting a slip away from death.

This was so freeing.

He had never been allowed to live on his terms -his life property of the King and Queen- but he would die by his own hands.

His tipped himself forward, his body dipping down due to gravity. But before he could truly fall down, a hand grabbed his arms.

His mother looked at him with frantic, tear filled eyes. "Type..." She sobbed- her voice wavering with terror.

Once he was back on the roof, his mother not letting go of his hand-as if afraid he would jump back down-she slapped him hard.

"What were you thinking?!!! Type...My Type...My son..My darling." Her hands framed his face as if she hadn't just hit him.

"What were you doing? Whyyy?? What was I supposed to do Type? What would I do without you??...Didn't you think about your mother just once."

He knew he was wrong, but what was he to do? What else??

"Tell me Type.. I'm your mother aren't I? Tell me what's wrong.....Please..."

And so with a heavy heart- Type did.

He told her everything. About the commander and what he'd tried to do. About what he'd said he'd do to Type later.

He told his mother everything.

*****

"Where's Type, Lhong?" Tharn was in his room with Lhong, both just having gotten the news of the King's orders. The candle light flickering on their grave faces. 

"You can talk to Type later Tharn.. For now, I need to know what you want us to do.....The King's command says-"

"There's nothing to do now Lhong. Tonight. Let's do it tonight. The nobles are coming to the capital tomorrow. I suggest we make use of this, so we won't have to invite them again for the coronation."

"Coronation? Tharn.... I know we decided on abdicating the King.. But the rules state a new king cannot be  crowned until after a month of the old king stepping down."

"I make the rules Lhong. I won't let this mating happen. Which means I take the crown tonight."

Lhong looked at his friend in worry. His toneless voice, when planning a coup against his King- his father, was scaring Lhogn.

"He's your Por Tharn.. Are you sure you want to stand against him?"

"I've never wanted to sta d against him. But he's willing to destroy Type's life just for his prejudice. I can't let it happen."

"Tharn.."

"Enough!! I have work to do Lhong. And you have things to take care of too. We've planned this meticiously- nothing can go wrong. I need to know if I can rely on you."

Lhong sighed. It seemed as if there was no other way acceptable.

"You will allways have my support Brother. My sword and my claws."

"Por.." The King looked at him in shock, the Queen standing up from her chair by her vanity.

"Tharn!! You cannot address your King like that!!" His mother said, her eyes meeitng his in anger.

"Why not Mae?? Is that man not my Por? Are you not my Mae?"

"Tharn-"

"Anyways.. This isn't important. I'm not here to talk to the King as a prince. I am here to talk to a Father as a son....... Por... You need to step down from the throne."

A slap whipped his head to the side. His Mae growled at him.

"Have you lost your mind??"

"No Mae.. I've only just found myself. I'm not here to ask you anything. I am here to tell you..I intend on becoming King tomorrow. Either you can leave the throne, or I can take it from you.."

His Por snarled at him. "Do you think to threaten your King?? For that omega boy? That scum??"

But Tharn wasn't listening. He'd gotten his answer. He had wanted to ask his father one last time in peace,  wanting to preserve some sort of relationship,  or respect between them both. But nothing else would be possible.

There would be war.

Author's note:

I know the chapters are small. Which is why I'm updating daily. Just two more chapters to do.

Then an epilogue. A cute one.

Then the sequel.

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