(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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(TW: mentions of blood.)
Harry vomits blood a week later. Louis watches in horror as the trail of crimson flows down his quivering lips and stains the white of his nightgown in slow, thick droplets, the omega pale and jittery. He had woken up to the frantic rustle of sheets, his heavy eyes barely making out Harry's hasty form hurrying towards the privy in the murk of the hour. It had taken him a moment to wake his mind before he followed his mate, the wretched echoes of Harry intensifying. Louis felt his heart drop at the first sight of blood, the thick, gruesome, fluid coming out of Harry's mouth instead of his usual prior night's content.
"Harry," he rushes towards him, hooking his hands under the omega's armpits and helping him onto his feet. He holds onto him even after that, Harry's frame trembling like an aged man's limbs, eyes wide and in shock. He breathes unevenly, eyes fighting consciousness. "Darling, are you in pain?"
"N-no." The omega lies, his body swaying even in Louis' hold.
"Do not deceive me, Omega. That is blood I see. I am no fool. This is it, I am requesting for the physicians this very instance." The omega goes rigid, crying out fat tears in Louis' arms. Louis' chest pangs with his mate's distress, unable to do anything to soothe him. He is helpless, tied with the chains of it, forced to watch the love of his life suffer. "Darlin', please."
"I only wish to be left alone!" Bellows Harry oddly, shielding his stomach as though afraid for the pup's life. "I will not be checked by the royal physicians, and I will not be checked while you are in attendance. Write for the town's physician, if you must." Louis freezes, astounded and gutted. Harry did not want to be in Louis' presence, his mate did not feel secure enough to get checked in front of him. With eyes on the verge of shedding cries, Louis nods with a thick, dry gulp, kissing Harry's forehead while staring into the thin air.
"Your wish is my command." He whispers against his soft hair, feeling his heart break as Harry's words echo in his mind. He leaves the omega with the assurance that he is in a position that is easing his discomfort, leaving Liam by his side as he walks out of the chambers. He knows he has hurt the omega gravely in the past, but after the past week, a minute flicker of hope had ignited within him, that, by some miracle, the omega had forgiven him, or at least, attempted to start anew. But now, as the words mock him over and over again, as he walks lifelessly towards his courtroom, he allows himself to cry once inside, shutting the astronomical door.
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The walls burn with the heat of the lamps as Louis' shadow paces on them for the nth time, his heavy boots clicking against the floor while the entirety of the manor rests in an eerie hush. The physician has been inside his chambers for over an hour now, the candle he had burned prior was now only mere droplets of wax. The only assurance of Harry's safety is Liam's presence near his omega.
