(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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"Alpha, stop!" Harry whines against Louis' mouth as the prince refuses to let go of the omega's waist, pulling the taller boy closer to himself and pressing his lips on the plumpness of the omega's saccharine lips. His fingertips play with the solidity of the omega's corset belt, lips luxuriating in the tangibility of his lips against the warmth of the omega's mouth. "What if someone were to seenus, my prince?" The warmness of Harry's breath lingers over Louis' own, the air surrounding them filling with their infused scents. Louis suppresses a growl that seems to ripple within in at the mention of another eyeing his omega, instead he caresses Harry's cheek with a gentle touch.
"No one is permitted to enter the glasshouse, my love. I had it built for you. It shall not be invaded by a soul until you request them to." Louis' heart melts with the radiance emitting from Harry's grin, a touch of ruby present on his generally pallid cheeks with dimples denting as though poetry carved on marble by a poet and the sweet scent of nectarine and honey magnifying in the air that surrounds them. "Tell me, sweet thing, tell me what those lovely eyes of yours envision this place to become once you get your hands on it?" Louis questions, stealing another kiss from the cherubic thing and then emancipating the omega from his hold.
Louis witnesses the shine in Harry's eyes brighten with every languid twirl he takes to examine the glasshouse, the green of his eyes drinking in the sight of exquisite glass arranged together with skills of age-old artistry. Louis had commanded the architects to build the glasshouse after the Duchess of Chambriath had expressed Harry's love for botany on a fine eve of sharing supper with the royal family before the announcement of the betrothal.
Wishing for his omega to be as content as Louis can help him to be, Louis had asked for the construction of the glasshouse. Now relishing the sight that lies in front of him, Louis would not have given it another thought.
"You are too good to me, Alpha." Harry carries out a tone touched with revere, the tenderness of his skin touching Louis' hands as their fingers lace together with hearts beating a beat faster. "When I was told that I would be marrying the future King of Enshire, I did not dare to conceive an alpha as amiable as you in my most indocile dream, my Prince. I do not know what good I served in my past life that I found you as my mate." Harry leans in, grinning lips pressing against Louis', never faltering the smile even as Louis kisses him gracelessly.
"But I did," Louis' words drip with a fervent lilt, rough hands rubbing the omega's narrow waist. "I visioned the most beautiful omega as my mate, but you outdid every expectation of mine."
"You are doing it again!" The omega whines, frail hands punching Louis' chest gamesomely. "Your words coerce me into believing something that I am not. I am not the prettiest or the most desirable omega, my Prince. Far from it, if truth be spoken. I have no grace, or traces of what the mother of the future Heir of Enshire should be like. Yet, you speak words like that from the depth of your soul, sounding as though they are the only truth. You bemuse me."
