"that would be my greatest fear. that if, i lose control or did not have control, things would just, you know? be fatal."
jacaerys valeryon x male!oc
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THE RED KING◽️. #mature audiences only.
The air was crisp and tinged with the scent of pine as King Daeron Wyllt and his young son, Mylo Wyllt, ventured deep into the woods surrounding the Wyllt citadel. It was a routine hunting trip, a chance for father and son to bond amidst the rugged beauty of their homeland. Little did they know, this outing would alter the course of their lives forever.
As they navigated through the dense underbrush, their ears caught an unexpected sound—a faint whimpering, barely audible amidst the rustling leaves. Following the sound, they stumbled upon a clearing where a young boy, no older than seven, lay unconscious amidst the ferns and fallen branches. His dark hair was tousled, and his skin bore scratches from the forest's rough embrace.
King Daeron wasted no time. With the instincts of a seasoned ruler and a compassionate heart, he swiftly carried the boy back to the citadel, Mylo trailing behind, his young mind filled with questions and curiosity.
Days passed before the boy regained consciousness. His eyes flickered open to find himself in a lavish chamber, attended by the royal physician and surrounded by the concerned faces of King Daeron and Mylo. His name, they learned, was Felix Black—a name chosen by the citadel's caretakers, for he had no memory of his own.
As Felix recovered, memories began to trickle back—flashes of moonlit nights, the sensation of running through the woods with a primal exhilaration. He had no explanation for these memories, and neither did anyone else. Yet, despite the mysteries that shrouded his past, Felix found solace and a sense of belonging under King Daeron's benevolent gaze.
However, not all in the citadel welcomed Felix with open arms. Aurora Faye, daughter of the Hand of the King, regarded Felix with cautious curiosity. Her father's disapproval of the mysterious boy did not go unnoticed by Felix, who sensed the undercurrent of distrust that permeated their interactions.
Mylo, on the other hand, was fascinated by Felix's enigmatic presence. He bombarded Felix with endless questions about his lost memories, the forest where he was found, and the strange tales of creatures that lurked in the shadows. Felix, guarded and wary, initially kept his distance from Aurora, afraid that her father's animosity would extend to her.
Aurora, sensing Felix's apprehension, tried to befriend him, but her attempts were met with polite but distant responses. Felix couldn't shake the feeling that Aurora's kindness masked her father's disdain—a tension that made him withdraw further into himself.
As months turned into years, Felix found his place within the Wyllt citadel, honing his skills in combat and learning the ways of the court alongside Mylo. Despite his closeness to the royal family, the specter of Aurora's father's disapproval lingered, a reminder of the shadows that haunted his past.
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Mylo was thirteen, just beginning to grasp the weight of his future responsibilities, and Felix was fifteen, already burdened with a secret that set him apart from everyone else.
They were supposed to be enjoying a quiet evening, savoring the calm before the storm of Mylo's eventual coronation. Felix had always been in control of his werewolf side, but that night, he had forgotten something crucial: it was a full moon.
As they walked back from a late-night swim at the lake, the moonlight cast long shadows on the path ahead. Felix grew more agitated with each step, his breaths coming faster, his eyes darting around as if searching for something.
"Felix, are you alright?" Mylo asked, his voice tinged with concern.
Felix didn't answer right away, his face a mask of tension. Finally, he stopped and turned to Mylo, his eyes wide and filled with panic. "Mylo, you need to go back to the castle. Now."
"What? Why?" Mylo asked, confused and a little scared by Felix's sudden change in demeanor.
"Just go!" Felix shouted, his voice raw with desperation. Without another word, he turned and ran into the woods, leaving Mylo standing there, bewildered.
"Felix!" Mylo called after him, but Felix was already gone, swallowed by the darkness.
Mylo hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding. Something was wrong. He couldn't just leave Felix out there. Gathering his courage, he took off after him, the dense forest quickly closing around him.
He stumbled through the underbrush, branches scratching at his arms and face. The sound of his own footsteps seemed deafening in the silence of the night. "Felix!" he shouted again, his voice echoing through the trees.
Suddenly, he heard a low growl, followed by the sound of something crashing through the undergrowth. Mylo froze, fear gripping him as he realized what he was hearing. Felix had transformed.
Pushing forward, his mind raced. He had to find Felix. He had to help him. What if something had hurt Felix out here? The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine, but he couldn't turn back now.
Then, he saw him. Felix, in his werewolf form, crouched low to the ground, his eyes glowing with an eerie light, claws extended, and teeth sharp as daggers. He snarled, his massive frame tense and ready to pounce.
Mylo froze in fear. His bestfriend was- he didn't even know.
For a moment, Felix seemed to recognize him, his eyes softening. But then, with a sudden, violent movement, he lunged forward, his claws catching Mylo across the arm. Mylo cried out in pain, stumbling back and falling to the ground.
Felix stopped, his body trembling as he fought to regain control. "Mylo... I'm so sorry," he growled, his voice barely recognizable.
Mylo, breathing heavily and clutching his bleeding arm, cowered on the ground. "It's fine. It's fine," he repeated, his voice shaking. But the fear in his eyes was unmistakable.
Felix looked at him, his eyes filled with anguish and self-loathing. He had never meant to hurt Mylo, his best friend. "I could have killed you," he whispered, the horror of what he had done sinking in.
Mylo didn't respond, his eyes wide with shock. He had known nothing about Felix's secret, and now, confronted with the reality of it, he felt a deep sense of betrayal and fear. He had always trusted Felix, but now that trust was shattered.
Felix's thoughts raced. He knew what this meant. He would be banished, cast out for hurting the king-to-be. "Mylo, please," he said, his voice breaking. "I didn't want you to find out like this. I... I never wanted to hurt you."
Mylo didn't look at him, his fear and innocence stark in the moonlight. He was scared, and he didn't want Felix to see how much.
Felix shifted back to his human form, collapsing to the ground, exhausted. He watched Mylo, guilt and despair overwhelming him. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again, knowing that it might never be enough.
They sat there in the moonlit forest, the bond between them strained to its breaking point. Felix feared the worst, and Mylo's innocence had been irrevocably shattered by the brutal reality of Felix's secret. The night had changed everything, and neither of them knew if their friendship could survive it.
authors note:
(i'm not sure if i edited it but) the reason it says auroras father was the hand of the king is bc he was the hand of mylos father , he was originally supposed to be mylos hand but i completely forgot and accidentally made mylos mother his hand instead.