Hiding That The Damn Prince Is An Omega

Vol-2: Chaptet 10.4

Étienne looked down at Richard, who rubbed his forehead on the back of his own hand, and bit his lower lip tightly.

The moment ‘Me too.’ was about to leave as answer.

Seriously, he's like a guy who can't be careless.

Étienne grumbled inwardly, swallowing the words as they reached his throat. He chose cold words instead of sweet ones.

“…..I told you not to call me brother. why don't you listen?"

"No, I do not want."

Richard answered, resting his chin on the back of Etienne's hand. He didn't know anything else, but he couldn't concede as much as his title.

This fucking asshole.

Étienne felt the stubbornness in the dark blue eyes and frowned at him.

The situation was irreversible. Even if Étienne and Richard didn't want to, people wouldn't leave them alone. Then the relationship would be more uncomfortable than now, but I couldn't let him call me big brother.

“Richard.”

Étienne met his gaze as he called out to Richard in a stern voice. When he didn't listen to him, this worked best. However, Richard's resistance was also formidable.

“Call me 'Shar' instead of Richard.”

Etienne's expression hardened at the words that came out of Richard's mouth. It was a word that Etienne had buried in his memory a long time ago.

“Don’t make ridiculous demands.”

Etienne said stiffly, his eyes hardened. He tried to free Richard's hand. But Richard was faster.

Fingers with hard calluses dug between the long, slender fingers. Richard, who intertwined his fingers with Étienne, rubbed his cheek against the back of his hand in a childish manner.

“You called me often in the past.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Not for me.”

Richard raised his gaze and looked at Etienne. There was a serious light in his eyes without a hint of laughter. Étienne saw the eyes, which seemed to capture the night sky intact, and bit his molars.

That eye, that eye was always the problem.

Even then, even now, Etienne's eyes were taken by those eyes. As if possessed by a fairy or spirit.

‘Richard? Char.....something difficult to pronounce. Can I just call you Shar?'

A faded memory flashed through Etienne's mind. It was a childhood when he was more ignorant than now, not knowing about the circumstances of the adults or the political ties.

'Shar...?'
'Huh. Shar. How about a nickname?'
'What's a nickname?'
‘It’s like a nickname that close friends call each other. Calling names intimately? No? If you don't like it, I won't call you Shar.'
‘No, fine. Shar, its okay.'
‘Then shall I call you Shar from now on? Don't talk about it later!'
'Yes.'
'Good. Shar.'

Yes, the first one was myself.

He was also the one who unilaterally drew a line with Richard.

On the day that eighteen-year-old Richard was crowned Grand Duke and became Archduke Eckhart, Étienne bid his farewell to him and his own childhood.

‘Congratulations, Richard. You are now a full-fledged Archduke Eckhart. Oh, should I use honorifics now?'

‘…..Richard? Why are you acting so hard all of a sudden?'

'You're acting hard. Now you can't be immature like before. Since you have inherited the title of grand duke, I must be polite too. How about Richard in private and Archduke in public?'