Nico sat quietly on the silk seats, staring out the window. He watched the villagers houses pass, and was surprised to find the citizens here were in the same conditions as Octavian's people. They were in dirty and ripped clothes, and although the grass grew a bright shade of green, (Octavian's kingdom rested on dirt), people were stumbling around, some on their knees begging for food and others sitting next to dead family members. Nico's stomach twisted but he didn't look away; he had seen dead bodies before.
When Octavian was seven, his castle had caught flames, and both of his parents died inside. At first, the villagers took pity on him, ignoring the lack of responsibility he showed. But as time passed, he still refused to aid his kingdom, letting them struggle through it on their own. He abused his tragedy to receive riches and promises of protection, as he could fool any outsider.
It seemed being a poor ruler traveled through the family, Nico thought.
Though his face reflected calm, everything was hectic inside, thoughts churning. He felt anger. He was angry with himself for being caught. It was a small job; sneak into the castles black smith room and grab a few miliaresia, then head back to the cottage. Who would've known the black smith would be working late that night, or that he could throw a punch.
Not only that, Nico was pissed at Octavian. Besides treating the kingdom like a play toy, he did whatever he wanted, nerveless if he hurt someone or something in the process, and then was smug about it. When the thief woke up in the dungeon under the castle, there was Octavian, smirking as if he hadn't been pulling his hair, trying to capture Nico for three years.
When the guards had asked Octavian if he needed assistance, someone to ride inside the carriage incase Nico lashed out, he heroically denied, claiming he could handle it. Nico slipped a scowl through his calm facade.
"Tch tch, why so angry pet?" Octavian purred, leaning forward. He wore a silk red shirt and dark pants, a cape slung over his shoulders. The gold crown rested on top of his head, a blue gem in the middle. Nice felt a wave of hatred surge through him and he gridded his teeth.
"Hey! Answer. your. king!" The dark blonde growled through the silence, yanking at Nicos chains; the ones around his wrists and his neck. Nico gasped, choking from the lack of air.
Fear. Nico felt fear.
He was irritated with himself for feeling so.
"Y-es k--king...O-ctavian.." He pushed out, earning a snake's smile from his kingship.
"Very good, my pet." The young king released him, and Nico closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm himself. Only a little bit longer, then he would be free of Octavian.
"You think uncle will be any better with you?" Octavian growled. Oh crap, did he mutter that last part out loud? "No no, uncle will have just as much fun with you as I did." The dark haired boy shuddered, shame fueling him to look down. The slash marks on his back suddenly seemed to burn, and the wounds internally stung. He gripped his hands white, the memories of Octavian's torture sizzling like acid in mind. As if feeding off of Nicos pain, Octavian smiled.
"Your turning into such an obedient pet, I'm missing you already." A hand snaked up and caressed Nicos cheek, nails slightly digging into his skin.
The carriage came to a smooth stop, and moments later a knock came from the door; alerting Octavian they were at their destination. The young king pushed Nico back, bringing his hand to his side. The door opened, and after a bow, the coachmen helped Octavian out. Nico sat there, only getting out when he was yanked by his chains.
"Octavian!" a husky voice cheered.
Sorry if this was weird and wonky. Slowly we'll get there guys, slowly.
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{Discontinued} Royal Encounter: A blue eye'd prince and a brown eye'd thief
FanfictionWill Solace is from a line of kings and queens, living as a prince with his uncle. Nico Di Angelo has a choice, execution or working for the Solace family as a servant. What will he choose and will he regret it?
