A Prince's Harem

Gorgeous

"Your accent, My Lord, is gorgeous, just as such with you," Scott admired absently.

Will looked down nervously, his face a soft shade of red.

"Where is it from, if I may ask?" Scott smiled genuinely, gesturing for his staff to sit and continue as they normally would now that Merton was gone from his rooms.

"It is from my father, Your Grace. He is an English viscount. He is a human, as Your Royal Highness knows," Will blushed at the prince's compliments, affection and attentions, he was not used to having this type of affection from such a handsome man.

Scott nodded, cupping Will's cheek to look into his green eyes, "Gorgeous."

"They are compression gloves by the way, Your Royal Highness, they help with my pains I get from not being allowed to live here full time," Will explained, running their thumb across his own knuckle nervously, it was only half a lie, but there was no way he was telling the prince why he experienced those pains or who had caused the original injuries.

If Will had been permitted to live amongst his mother's kind, then he'd have had the proper medical care to deal with the iron shackles that he had been locked in. Or perhaps he never would have been placed in those void awful shackles to begin with.

Scott tucked a loose strand of hair behind Will's ear, quickly dropping his hands as Will inhaled sharply, "Sorry, I should have asked permission to touch your face and hair, my dear."

"Do not apologise, Your Grace," Will quickly smiled in order to soothe the prince's worries, simply admiring the prince and his room in the few moments of comfortable silence that filled the room.

"Please dear, call me Scott, you are potentially going to be my husband after all," Scott smiled teasingly, reaching into his jacket pocket.

Will snapped their attention back to Scott, seeing him down on one knee in front of him, "Pardon?"

Scott pulled a ring box from his pocket, opening it in front of him, "Every letter that I would write to you, I would remind you that I could promise you nothing cement and you said you'd hold hope and today our hope is paying off. My father is allowing a diverse harem and I wish for you to be my first and primary consort, if you accept? Will Renais, will you marry me? Will you be my husband?" He winked lovingly, a goofy smile gracing his lips.

He didn't hesitate in his answer, "I'd never have to go home again..." It slipped out before Will could stop it but they quickly spoke again to cover it, "Scott, of course I'll marry you!"

"May I hug you my love?"

"You absolutely may."

Scott essentially threw himself into Will, hugging him tightly against his chest, "And one day we will talk about why you were so happy never to return home but not until you are ready. For now, I simply wish to hold you in my arms."

Will rested their head in the crook of Scott's neck, "I have two questions about our engagement."

"Shoot," Scott held him close, placing a small kiss on Will's forehead.

"Will I be allowed to attend the ball with you tonight, officially?" Will asked in excitement at the thought of being able to socialise on their own amongst his and his mother's kind without the fear of what would happen afterwards.

"Of course you may, I must announce you tonight as my first consort after all," Scott replied lovingly, resting his chin on Will's head.

"And may I know who else I am to share you with?" They asked cautiously, not wanting to anger the prince by prying more into his private life more than he was allowed.

"At the moment it's only Katherine and Shelby, my two ladies but I have not officially proposed to them yet. They are dating each other and this protects their relationships and fills my father's quota of two females in my harem," Scott explained with great care, he was not angry that Will wanted to know how the arrangement would work.

Will hummed in appreciation at the answer, nuzzling into Scott's chest gently for the limited time they had together before they had to prepare for the ball.

"Tomorrow I am expected to return to my own palace, as I have some business to attend to, would you like to come with me or do you have somewhere else you must be?" Scott thought aloud, keeping his fiancé intertwined in his arms.

Will did not want to go back to that place that he was forced to call his home. He refused to be tied up in those iron chains or forced to clean after tens of people all day everyday.

"Are you alright, love?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking," Will zoned back into the conversation.

"Don't apologise, my dear," Scott reassured Will gently, embracing his fiancé.

"I would love to come home with you. Would I be able to have my own room for a little while, just for personal reasons?" He shifted slightly.

Scott felt a feeling of concern wash over him, "Of course dearest, anything to help you settle in."

"Thank you."

Scott made a small mental note to look into the household Will lived in currently. If his fiancé was so scared of contact near his face and hair and was constantly apologising for things he couldn't control then Scott wanted to know where he had learned such rules.

Will, on the other hand, was making a mental note to keep his past as well hidden. He knew the prince had enough on his plate and there was no way that they were going to add something like this to his plate.

The prince watched his fiancé shift,  noting that there seemed to be some discomfort in his back, almost like there was some form of pressure being applied to the connection between wings and back.

Will stopped moving, his wings felt so uncomfortable, they had been pressed under his shirt for a few days and he was so uncomfortable.