Into The Woods (mxm)

One

Ansel

I stare at my reflection in the large mirror built into my polished wooden vanity. Masculine smelling body perfumes splayed across the top of my vanity. In one corner sits a glass case containing my crown. Its jewels glinting in the early morning light.

My robe hangs loosely on my slim body, part of my shoulders exposed. My light brown locks of hair are curled in tight ringlets on top of my head, sticking in every which way. My startlingly light blue eyes surrounded by a fringe of thick eyelashes. My nose straight and small, a light layer of freckles dotting the middle of my nose and across the tops of my cheeks. My pale skin looking even lighter against the deep royal blue of my robe.

I sigh, turning away from my reflection. My body is a lot tinier than all of the rest of the wolves in my father's kingdom. Being the Alpha's only child I am expected to become the next King. The stress is a lot harder considering that I am an omega. My classes take up most of my time and I work extremely hard to be the best prince that I can be.

The door to my bedchamber swings open. I gasp and turn around so fast that I fall off the bench.
"You know, for a prince you are especially graceful. You'd better not do that at the ceremony tonight. Wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of our kingdom." A voice says from above me.

"Father," I breath in sharply. "I apologize. You frightened me."

Father wraps his hands around my underarms and gently pulls me up and into his warm embrace. I hug him back tightly. Father's arms tighten around me a considerable amount. He kisses the top of my head and moves away from me.

"Father? Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. But after you get dressed. It's unbecoming of a prince to be walking around in only a simple robe. And I can make an educated guess from knowing you that you are most certainly not wearing anything else under that robe."

Father, who is already dressed in his royal attire, strides over to my overstuffed couch by a large window and takes a seat. His crown sitting proudly on top of his head. Nestled in his light brown curls. I look so much like my father. Same eyes, hair, and pale skin. I look nothing like my mother though. It makes sense because my father is an Alpha. His genes will be stronger and would have carried through more to me than my mothers would.

          I scramble to collect my clothes from my wardrobe and make my way to the bathroom. I dress in a white shirt with a blue overcoat and blue pants. Not forgetting to put on my undergarments. White designs swirl across the edges of my overcoat, and I gently trace the pattern. Then I make my way back to my vanity to grab my crown. I carefully take it out of its glass casing.

           I walk over to Father and kneel before him, setting my crown on his lap. Father places the crown onto my head, adjusting my unruly mass of curls to make myself look more presentable. Father does this every day as a king should to his child. It is considered an honor to have the king place your crown atop your head.

           I look up at him through my eyelashes waiting for him to tell me it was alright to stand.
           "I remember," Father says. "When you were just a little boy. And I gave you your crown for the first time. The crown was too big for you to wear at the time. It slid right off your head and fell around your neck. You cried because you thought that you had disappointed me because you were too small to wear your crown. But I gathered you up into my arms. And I told you that no matter what happens to you, no matter who you turned out to be, I will always love you forever. That you will never disappoint me or your mother. Because you mean the world to us." I smile, my heart squeezing at his words.