Soul Exchange With The Tragic Villain [BL, yaoi]

ch: the story of lost innocence

Ever since my sister, Bethira agreed to become the second mistress of the franz dukedom, our lives turned around a hundred and eighty degrees.

Warm beds, blankets, cold hard mouldy breads replaced with warm soups and stews. Hands that grew callouses with strong soaps and detergents held exquisite pens and ran through papers.
A family of omegas were indeed valuable marriage pawns. Young me, was unfortunate enough to otherwise think that all of it was just bestowed upon us by pure kindness.

Me and brother Icarus were given access to the knowledge of subjects that any commoner would only ever dream of learning: statecraft, magic, politics, etiquette, table manners, foreign languages, how to gracefully respond to taunts, how to elegantly hold teacups, how to play the harp, how to quietly charm an alpha and make him crazy for you. Like sister, neither of us were lacking in the compartment of looks.

Our seeding fathers might have been different, so have been our complexion, but we have stuck true to each other like family. My sister has truly been a hardworker, despite never going to a proper school herself, she negotiated an educated life for all of us. But if being educated and noble meant that none of us would end up seeing eye to eye for years, I would have rather remained a starving pauper.

The nephew who grew like a sibling among us,
Our sole parent who could no longer place his warm palm on our heads.

As time passes, piglets mature into butcherable meat and we blossomed into everything you can expect from an upper class omega wife In a span of measly five years. It was soon time to pay back debts of being fed, clothed and tutored by marrying a proper husband who would buy us out. The duty of a commoner who has been fed the Noble's salt is to be subservient to him and pay back his debts manifold.

Thus began our auction, guised as an [electio regia proxi]
(Here it refers to a custom where a royal, Or a princess selects a husband among a line of suitos)
portraits of esteemed, "beautiful" noblemen who had offered a similar bid, we had to choose the best.

There's one thing that this noble clan might have missed. Although our family has had a "dishonorable" Background. We share ancestry with a clan of prophets that have assisted Royal families for generations. However, the power of our bloodline only manifests in the souls of one or two people in the same generation of our clan. Because our dad couldn't manifest his ability, he was kicked out. With little to no experience in protecting himself, he ended up in a red lights of Cardena.

It was a fateful day of the seventh month blessed by the God of trade, when I turned twenty and ended up with the ability to see the future of people when I touch things directly related to them.

If I had to put it bluntly, ugly, fat old men who were trying to appear as esteemed young men. As soon as I touched the portrait, I could see my bleak future of being an abused, discarded or another broodmare for an infertile old noble couple. However, one of them was an obese young man, who would end up becoming an influential mage in another continent. However I was destined to not have a future with him. He was brother Icarus' destined mate.

Icarus, who was destined an early death in the absence of the destined mate of his had already chosen his path to doom through a slave trading merchant, guised as an average looking hazel haired man.
I HAD TO BE the one to be sold, to save him. Who knows when would we brothers ever meet each other, alive and well after this ordeal.

There I was, once again, stripped of all noble, luxurious clothes, loose fitted harem pants hugging my waist. Gold and silver necklaces, belonging to those of a high class courtesan.
My long red locks, scented with fragrant oils, my hands bound by chains.
And a pride which I refused to let go, till the end.
In another, real auction. Ready to be sold.

With the grace of Gods, there I met my moonfaced fated pair?
Who knew, that together, we would end up beating his brothers in the battle of succession and the Royal crown would befall on his head?
Who knew that I would live to see children of my own, my sweet little princes and princesses.
A duke would someday appear so insignificant and threat succumbing.

The path this far has been full of hurdles. Plots, assassinations, lost people, broken bones and skeletons in our closets. What remains of an innocence and those memories I had on coming here is about to be washed away with his corpse. Those sweet days I spent with him, would be gone as I protect my own children from dying and choose an heir among them while I sit on this throne as a Reginye (regent-mother) of this nation.

Seriously who would believe that you weren't lying when you said that you would give this entire damn country to me and make all those that look down on me kiss my feet in submission? But all of this is so meaningless when you aren't there, my love. How will I make sure that my children don't end up killing each other in the fight for the throne? Who is going to politically suppress that wicked croon and make sure that the next king isn't her puppet-prince of hers? Who will protect our children? Those hundred years together, where are they?

"Reginye Ceylian, the new dawn of Ureshkia. We await your orders."

The attendants and seypoys (knights) prayed in unison.
Right, the innocent Benirahs which had spent living through beautiful days is long gone.
Ceylian is a regent of a country and a mother who needs to stop his children from clashing swords with each other. Protect the people of this foreign nation and nourish them.

I can't afford to be weak.
Not now.
Not when there's death looming over the heads of my young children.

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Author's note.

Hey guys, I know I updated after so long. You would probably have to read everything again to understand where this is going.
Don't worry I had to do the same, lol

Life has been busy and I didn't have the chance to write for a while. I can't believe it's been so long, I started writing this story when my school was ending, and ı'm about to graduate from college now. Yeah we have seen long breaks. 😅

I had to go through a lot of character development in this while, so this story needed some space.
Hopefully I feel like I can get back to writing.

I won't make promises but hopefully we might be seeing each other more often (I'll try)