Gross. [Reverse! Harem x Reincarnated! Male! Reader]

C. 12

"Last time you took my hands off, you're lucky they regrew so well, what'll you do know?"

You slap the sides of your face, trying to get rid of the grogginess you had from sleeping in the carriage. Only Reaven was by your side, Damien wasn't allowed in the Blessed Castle after a series of events that showed he wasn't favoured by whatever deity they believed in. You wanted to change, the outfit you wore seemed cold, tight, and wet. It only reminded you of the liquid that was forced down your throat, freezing your body and your brain.

You look at Reaven, you hoped being near him was good luck since whenever he's gone you're left alone with people who you wish would burn. To make sure people knew he was with you he was given a simple red sash and matching tassel earrings.

"Reaven?"

"Yes-? Hng!"

You cupped his face, nuzzling into his yet again white hair before placing a soft kiss on his temple.

"Y-your Divineness... Please relax, nothing too bad will happen."

"You'll rip my eyes out, huh? Maybe I'll do the same to you. You don't deserve your gifts if you don't use them."

"Welcome to the Blessed Palace, Your Divineness. May your visions never fail the kingdoms."

"Rise Moteon. I know why you summoned me."

His blue eyes don't show much surprise, and you hear his, deeper than expected voice, echo of the halls as he chuckles. His outfit was decorated with blue and pink, birthday colours in the current kingdom you stand-in. Moteon had clear skin and fluffy dirty blonde hair, compared to the other prince and king he was rather boring but boring was something good to you, especially after apparently being drugged and changed while under the influence.

"Come, Your Holiness, I'd rather this conversation be private."

"Your Divineness, huh? Nothing Divine about you except your looks."

Moteon had a nice desk room, framed pictures of feathers, beads, random pieces of fabric, and random shiny things. On his table and shelves were boxes upon boxes, each labelled a different thing between 'Rocks: Square-Blue' and 'Sea Glass: Orange-Soft'. You even saw a jar labelled 'Preist: 5th-' though the rest of the lead is smudged out. He pulls out a seat for you, Reaven choosing not to enter once he saw the feathers pinned up.

"So, you know why I asked you to come over?"

"Moteon, I'm not a big fan of your father anyway."

He smiles, sitting down next to you and pulling out a box of chocolates. They to were labelled, the ingredients displayed, yet none of them had been eaten.

"If your allergic to nuts, avoid the left side."

You nod, reading the items added to a small treat and biting into it, and it tasted familiar. Very familiar.
He grabs a treat from the opposite side, you take a small bite, he takes a small bite. Moteon really liked copying your motions, though they were nothing major.

"So, should we strike a deal? Tell you I'll respect you more than my father does?"

"Even those who want to overthrow me respect me more than your father, it's not that big of an accomplishment."

He laughs, though you don't miss his fist clenching near your thigh, and he copies you again as you take another bite of a sweet. You pause though, looking at the pattern on the top of the chocolate, purple and black covering the sweet in little swirls.

"Moteon, all I want you to promise me is that you'll always be by my side."

You could have worded it differently but you would prefer he took it vaguely. He smiles, did he have a missing tooth? No, he had two missing teeth, both of them on the opposite side of each other. Had he pulled one out himself so his mouth would match?

"I haven't ever left you- oh. Hello?"

You follow his line of vision, seeing your cousin wearing a puffy red dress, a ruby necklace on her revealed neck, Willow behind her with a simple black maid dress, a matching pair of ruby earrings on her ears. Medea walks in, though you don't know how she got past all the guards and Reaven who would've told her you two were having a private meeting.

She curtsy, only to the prince who sat next to you, and walked forward without waiting to be asked.

"Hello, Y/n, his blessed highness."

Moteon does not let his smile fall, she wore red, she was with you.

"Ah, you must be quite close to the Divine Preist if he allows you to call him by name."

"Were family."

You never told her she could call you by name, you've just given up trying to correct her by the fifth life- gods, her hands are cold, you wished she would be burned just like Abel but this was a trial by the gods. They really like watching you suffer and they like making it worse every time you wake up after dying. You tried to shrug her hands off your shoulders but she doesn't get the hint.

"What types of feathers do you have?"

"Oh, anything from owl to a heron!"

Oh no, not another calm conversation! Yeah, you're just going to give him your blessing then leave. Medea wasn't even allowed in such private areas, how did she get here? She doesn't even look too similar to you, no guards would buy it if she said you were cousins!