Isʟᴀɴᴅ Oғ Mᴇɴ|| Dᴀʀᴋ Rᴇᴠᴇʀsᴇ Hᴀʀᴇᴍ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ

Astro has been sick for the last few days, so you you barely got any sleep and stayed up all night with your son.

The king sent servants to assist you but you objected and insisted to take care of the child yourself.

However, the doctor assured you that Astro will be well in a week as long as he takes the herbal medicine prescripted for him.

"Are you going to keep on holding him like that forever?"

Alastrain inquires, after entering your room holding a tray of food.

"When you become a parent, you will understand"

"Why would I need to be a parent when I'm already a father to your little brat"

If you punch the prince across the face right now, you would have done it, but Astro is in your arms.

"Why are you here?"

"I've brought some food for you," Alastrain says as he sets the tray down on the bed beside you.

He lingers for a moment, watching you cradling your son.

"You should get some rest."

"I can watch over him if you need to sleep."

"I know the last few days have been taxing."

The prince sits down on the other side of the bed, keeping his distance from the pair of you.

You glance at the prince with a frown. He has a smug attitude and a condescending tone, which is frustrating.  

However, the prince is right about one thing, you can't just hold onto your son forever.  
 
You gently lay Astro down in his crib and turn to the prince.  
 
And pick up the tray, starting to eat as if you haven't eaten in ages.

But stop when you taste the food, it doesn't taste good at all.

"Who cooked this?"

"Me, isn't it delicious?"

"I've had better," you reply, rolling my eyes.

"You'd better stick to what you're good at, being a spoiled, useless pretty boy."

Alastrain raises his eyebrows when you mention the fact that he's a pretty boy.

"You think I'm pretty," he says with a playful smirk.

He leans in closer, almost close enough to brush his lips with you.

His playful tone turns teasing as he leans back and gives you a suggestive look.

"Does that mean you find me attractive," he says, his tone changing from playful to seductive.

"No it doesn't, pretty boy is an insult"

"For what?"

"She is suggesting that you are not very manly and she isn't interested in your appearance."

You and Alastrain turn your gazes towards the door to see Celestan standing their with a cup of wine in his hand.

"Oh great the devil has arrived" you mutter under your breath.

You continue eating despite the food's bitterness, it's better then not having food.

"It seems like one of your friends have reached this island"

Your head snaps back towards the king, your eyes growing big.

"What friend?" Alastrain demands.

"He said his name was Damien"

Your heart drops upon hearing the familiar name of your stalker.

Damien is the reason why the ship sinked.