(Fictional a/b/o Elizabethan era-ish au)
Being an omega and the fifth in line for the title, the young lord of Chambriath was forced to believe that being wedded to the man of his father's choice and bearing his children was the only purpose of Har...
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"Does the prince often reside here?" Harry inquires curiously, watching his alpha through the glass of their chambers' window as he strolls with his horses in the lawn, sunbeams creating a dreamlike haze for Harry's eyes. He leans back into the touch of his valet, Liam; a tall beta with a face carved with kindness and eyes of tree bark; braiding his moderately grown hair. His eyes soften at the sight of his prince caressing one of the beasts' face as though his own blood, the umber stallion bowing his neck in submission and sighing in contentment at the touch.
"The three summers that I have been serving the Prince, his Royal Highness has been residing in the manor with brief visits to the Palace," Liam's fingers comb through Harry's hair as he speaks with gentle words akin to his actions. "Although, from what I have heard, the Prince has been living on his own for a few years now, m'lord."
"Must I repeat myself every time I speak to you, Liam?" Harry sighs tiredly, turning to his valet as the boy with eyes that resemble a puppy offers him a shy smile. Liam shakes his head before walking to Harry's dressing table and returning with a basket of flowers Harry picked today, completing his task with burning cheeks. "If you are going to serve as my valet," Harry pouts as Liam shifts him back to his position, Harry facing the window and Liam behind him. "It is an order that you call me Harry, is that understood well enough, Liam?"
"Yes, Harry," Liam sighs, placing the flowers in Harry's minute braids with skilled hands. "You are a rather distinct omega, are you aware?" Liam states after a moment, his tone not carrying any sort of bitterness or judgement, solely a hint of amusement present in the flow of his words. Harry hums, his eyes still admiring his prince playing with his horses, the stable master beside him, aiding the prince to calm the beasts. "Most of the omegas I have seen that married alphas of such ranks— forgive me if I am being uncivil —are quite fearful of their alphas, especially in the initial stages of a marriage. However, you aren't tyrannised by his Royal Highness," he turns Harry around, placing the flowers in the front portion of his hair while a few strands remain unbraided, "you have respect in your eyes for him instead of fear."
"I suppose," Harry smiles, the heat of Liam's words rising to his cheeks as his hands run over the soft chiffon of his shirt, white lace mirroring the colour of the shirt detailed at the end of his cuffs. "My Prince is not like the alphas you see, Liam. Leastwise, unlike the alphas I have had the opportunity — or rather, the misfortune — of encountering in my ten and eight summers of life, he has not been anything but a true gentleman to me in the fortnight that I have known him for."
"I know, Harry. The entire household adores the bond you two share. You both share a sense of care for each other that I pray I shall someday find someone to have that with." Liam's words feel like a soft touch of sun warmth on a winter day, his eyes crinkling with a smile on his lips. Liam looks no older than Harry himself, perhaps a summer or two but with the wiseness he speaks, the beta seems like a man of age in a body of a boy.
"I know you will, Liam. You're a good person— the closest I have felt with aside from the Prince." Harry's eyes adorn Liam's work in the mirror, his hair turning a shade lighter with the daylight peeking through the windows and the petite flowers beaming in contrast to his dark hair. "You can take your leave now, sweet Liam. I shall pay the Prince a visit now."
