POSSESSIVE (MXM)

Eleven

Nolan groaned when he felt the pulse of his head. He squirmed, massaging his forehead as if that would relieve his pain. The sun rays piecing through his light white curtain did not really assist him at this moment.

"Drink this."

He was startled by Elijah's voice, that he bumped his head to the rails of his headboard. He peeled his eyes open, frowning at the Shillian man.

"If you do not wish for the kings to know about last night which I assume you do not since you asked for my help, I would suggest you drink this," he said, thrusting the glass of herbs crushed to make a drink towards Nolan.

"What is this?" Nolan mumbled, sitting up and taking the glass being offered.

"A concoction that helps with hangovers. It a Shillian secret, it works wonders," he said, folding his arms over his chest and looking down at Nolan who scrunched up his nose at the smell of the drink.

"You do not say," he mumbled, before attempting to take a sip.

"Drink up, Nolan. Once you are done, you have to join the family for breakfast. After that, you have to receive your punishment," he said.

"Punishment!" Nolan exclaimed louder than he should, making him whimper in pain.

"You did not think you could just act recklessly and get away with it, did you?"

"And who is punishing me? You?" Nolan chuckled in disbelief.

Elijah only blinked at him, his silver eyes piercing deep into Nolan's own, making the prince to squirm under such intense gaze.

"What punishment is this, anyways?" He mumbled.

"Come to my room at noon," he said, and then left the prince's bedroom.

Nolan had blinked, staring at the door confused. After a few minutes of deliberation, he decided to forget about it and tried to gulped down the concoction. It tasted and smelt horrible, Nolan had to close his nose and gulped it down as quick as he possibly could.

Once he was done, he took a bath, got dressed, and by the time he headed downstairs to the dining room, his hangover was a thing of the past. After all, perhaps he can take Elijah's punishment after helping him this tremendously.

"Nolan, you are up? Last night you just left," said Gillian, her brows knitted together. "Matilda said you were exhausted," she continued.

Nolan did not know how to respond to that, so he did not and only settled next to her.

"You look refreshed, though," said Augustus as he ate.

Nolan darted his eyes to Elijah who was already looking at him. The brief eye contact was enough to make the prince nervous and looked away. Which was when he noticed his brother chatting to the princess of Akazenya. This was quite strange as Lanse hardly converse with anyone let alone smile widely like he was at this moment.

"Is brother okay?" Nolan whispered to Gillian.

"You should have seen him last night. Dancing with the princess. Have you ever seen Lanse willingly dance with anyone," she scoffed. "I asked him about it, he told me, it is part of his duties to keep the princess satisfied," she scoffed again.

"Are we in need of an alliance with the Akazenya kingdom?"

"I still don't know why they are even here," the princess mumbled, suddenly her curiosity spiking up.

"Have you asked Lanse?"

"We would not be here if I had not. He told me to not concern myself. Everything is apparently under control," she rolled her eyes to her own statement.