(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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"Perhaps he needs my assistance—"
"He does not require anything, Louis. Allow the poor thing to be. He wants nothing but to spend a portion of his time with Zayn without you growling like a knothead." Niall's eyes roll, a sign of mockery, as he pours more wine into Louis' goblet, both of them seated in Louis' courtroom and admiring the snow-kissed garden through the extensive window.
Louis does nothing but huff at the beta's burlesque way with words, sipping the sweet Tiranian wine while his eyes focus on the hazed physiques of the mother of his pup and Zayn strolling in the gardens, Liam trailing behind them. Winter remains statuesque in her barbarity, dying crops and people, its evidence. The entirety of Enshire has been mourning with the winter showering the citizens with her spell of death, the majority of the crops are long gone and so is the kettle. Louis worries for Enshire, worries for the people of Yenshai, too. Except, he is nothing but a mere soul in front of the likes of something as gigantic as Winter herself.
"Have you written to the King and Queen yet?" Niall asks. Louis hums without mind before placing his goblet on the wooden table, fingers lacing together as the upper weight of his body leans forward. He has been contemplating if not entirely overlooking the duty. He is aware that he must, but it is only in his nature to desire to protect his unborn pup and omega from the hands of the royals.
Yes, Louis is a royal himself, but apart from the blood in his veins, he refuses to take part in the shallowness that the royals mask themselves in. He will not be a shell, a mere face filled with fictitious grace and smiles and words that weigh less than a feather, and he disallows Harry and their pup to be dragged into that.
"The thought has been in my mind," is what he answers, the beta patiently waiting for Louis' response with another fill of wine. "If it wasn't for the duty that I serve to the crown, the thought would not have even existed, but, perhaps it's for the betterment of both the parties that I shall inform the King and Queen about the expectancy of the heir of Enshire, after all."
"You shan't if your heart isn't into the thought, allow yourself some time. The pup isn't expected for a while, y'know," Niall speaks, his concerned eyes deep into Louis'. "You have the choice of telling them later."
"I am aware."
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"You shall write to me every week." Harry moans melancholily into Zayn's neck, throwing his arms around the alpha while the older of the two hold him just as meticulously.
"I will, Flower, and I expect every detail of your little pup in return," Zayn runs his hands through Harry's curls, gently rocking the glum omega. Carrying a child has sparked Harry's sentimental aspect, the omega shedding tears for every fallen leaf.
Louis watches, Niall's warm, glove-adorned hand on his shoulder, as the old friends part ways once again, restraining himself from lurching onto the alpha with hair of raven for touching his expecting omega. Both their guests have decided to begin their travel back to their respective homes, now bidding their farewells in front of the gates of Yenshai Manor with waiting carriages and staff.
