(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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Smile on his lips, Louis wakes up to his mate breathing against his chest, asleep and undoubtedly the greatest creation of the goddess. Still, on the brink of awakening, Louis' fingers find their way towards Harry's hair as they have for the past half-year, carding through the boisterous curls as they veil the slumbering boy's face. Louis realises heaven must seem bleak in front of what he is witnessing.
However, his heart shatters when the omega shivers and curls up into Louis further, his skin warm against Louis' own and a thin layer of sweat glistening over his bareness. Harry has not been feeling well ever since his last heat, weakness hitting the poor thing mercilessly. Louis has caught him nearly dropping senseless a handful number of times now, and despite Louis' pleas for him to get checked up by the royal physician, the boy with the curls has been denying to do so, blaming his weakness on Louis' ferocious love-making since his heat led to the alpha's rut.
With a woeful sigh, he helps himself out of their bed, careful enough to not wake the boy and places another blanket on him and walks towards the privy while putting on his robe. He scoffs at the ice-like water, winter still dooming the whole of Enshire.
Winters have been a forever beast for the people of Enshire, taking more than half of the year's days and swallowing any form of warmth. In its gloom, winter is like a prolonged wake of a summer they will not see for months, screeching snowfall and dying crops are all the people are left with. Louis fears the impending crisis, fears the lives of the many babes that won't pass onto the rise of summer.
Yenshai, being further up north than Chambriath, has been a cruel change for the omega. The cold in Yenshai is harsher than the rest of Enshire, yet calmer than the rest of the Enshire up north. Louis mostly finds the omega curled in his nest with a book or in front of a burning fire, even conversing or lending a hand to the servants in the kitchen at times. He is well aware that omegas aren't as blessed with body heat as are the alphas and he does not waste a moment to embrace Harry when needed.
Drying his skin with the soft cotton, he walks back into his chambers, smiling at the omega sitting on their bed. He looks adorable, hair messed up akin to feathers and cheeks tinted in winter's cruelty. Lost eyes still carrying sleep rest over Louis, plump but dry lips forming a weak smile before the omega breathes haphazardly and grasps the covers dearly.
Louis' heart drops, and he rushes towards his mate, feeling Harry's pain himself, their bond aching while Harry coughs impetuously, enervated hands clutching the blankets closer to him. "'M cold," he says, sobbing now as Louis' arms wrap around him, sniffling into Louis' neck.
"Shh, darling, 'm here now." Louis strokes his hair, rocking them back and forth while the omega melts into the touch. The sun seeps through the curtains, the light hustle of their household reaching their ears while Harry continues to breathe deeply, clutching onto Louis' robe. "That's it. I shall write for a physician this instant. I will not listen to another excuse of yours."
