Iwaoi The Grand King Affair

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The moment that Oikawa Tooru opened the letter, he knew that today would be a difficult one. It was morning and the sunbeams are blaring through the curtains, like a spotlight in the center of the floor. His personal maid, Yahaba, is helping him get dressed for the day. The movements of his hands while maneuvering of getting dressed while still reading the letter that was from his eldest brother, Souta. The movements that he and his maid were making looked like it could have been an intricate dance. From the smooth, effortless movement of his hands and arms to his gentle touch of his feet moving back and forth with irritation at the letter.

The letter from Souta was written in the elegant sweep of the pen to the parchment. It showed his desperation and his urgency for Tooru to come to Aoba Johsai to fix his a misunderstanding between him and his wife, Chiyo.

The writing was consuming because Oikawa craved for writings, especially from his siblings. Though him being born an omega was an unspoken grief and shame upon the Oikawa family, his eldest brother, an alpha, always treated him with the utmost respect and kindness. This was true to his very nature, the kindness and gentleness of a heartfelt man. Not what most alphas were like with there arrogance and entitlement.

It was his gentleness that was almost his downfall when he met Chiyo. Chiyo was a young spitfire when they met. An omega who repealed against societies views of omegas being like objects to their alphas and mates. She always spoke with such wit and spewed intelligent thoughts and opinions that it made every alpha weary. But that was the exact reason Souta liked about her, she would never yield to "authority". Though it started off what looked one-sided, quickly turned into a passionate love for people different from what society viewed as ideal.

But recently, Souta has been working extra at his new job and Chiyo is convinced that he has taken a mistress by the name of "Hana". Souta has tried to tell her that he could never love anyone but her, that he'd never be able to because what kind of man would he be to their son, Takeru.

"Oh, Souta," Oikawa ghosts of a whisper after finishing reading the letter. He looks up to see Yahaba is waiting for him to finish with the letter and holding a box.

"Your ring, Oikawa-san," Yahaba opens the box and places the intricate wedding ring on his finger. The ring is beautiful. Intricately carved silver to look like plant vines with scattered diamonds and turquoise jews lined the ring. Though beautiful, Oikawa loathed the damn thing.

Oikawa scowled at the ring too long because Yahaba shivered when he spoke, "Is something wrong with the ring? Did I perhaps do something to offend you?"

Oikawa looked up at him and forced a smile, "No, of course, you didn't. You're too good to me." Oikawa walked and placed his hands on his maid's shoulders. "I just...I envy you so much. You are still young and so free."

Yahaba's face scrunched into confusion and Oikawa lifted his hands from his maid's shoulders. Yahaba clasped his hands in front of him together, "I don't understand what you mean. You have so much more freedom then I do."

Oikawa let out a strangled laugh. Of course, Yahaba would think that he was free. He had everything he could have wanted at his disposal. But he wasn't free. Freedom was the effortless feeling of doing what you wanted. Freedom was of not asking permission to where you desired. Freedom the not having to explain yourself. Freedom was of have your dreams dance around your head and the ability to chase after them.

"I'm not, Yahaba-san. I'm just talking to myself. Forget I said anything."

Yahaba just bowed his head.

Oikawa walked toward the large oak doors, toward his beautiful, exquisite prison.

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Finding Oikawa's husband was easy enough. He was always in his study before he went off to work. After strolling through the beautiful mansion, with its detailed carved wooden archways and marble floors, it was a sight to behold.