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Author: Psycho-chan
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-09-28 09:14:48

Season’s flourished, days progressed to weeks, weeks to months, a year, two, three until eighteen years had passed. All the children raised in the Blackwell villa aged with beauty and grace and young passion blossomed as well.

In the beauty of spring at the Blackwell’s home, servants scurried the halls, quick on their feet to complete their morning tasks on time. The sight was satirical to witness, their faces alight with joy and anticipation for a very important visitor.

The sounds of two horses galloping grew louder as their riders waved to the gardeners watering and trimming the plant paths until they stopped at the doors of the grand villa.

Nathaniel dismounted his white horse and grinned at his childhood home. Asides age, the house retained its charm. The once dull and dry vines were now vibrant green with purple flowers and small sprouts of mushrooms on it. It had become this way under the tender care of a cute lunari.

He was home.

A young maid knocked on Lucian’s study and entered. She bowed slightly and announced, “Prince Nathaniel has returned, Your Grace.”

Sarang gasped with glee and scribbled on his paper. He slammed the papers before Lucian and sprinted.

“Sa–”

But Sarang was already out the door. Lucian slouched on his seat and picked up a portrait on his desk. The children, age fourteen and fifteen were smiling with Lucian’s arms placed on their shoulders. It had been four years since his son left for Oxford. How fast time flies.

“Easy on the stairs, buttercup.” Nathaniel said and Sarang skipped the last stair, leaping into his arms.

Nathaniel twirled him around, laughter spilling from their lips before he set Sarang back on his feet., Sarang embraced him and Nathaniel embraced him back with a smile on his face.

“You grew taller.” Nathaniel teased, ruffling Sarang’s hair.

“You noticed?” Sarang asked cheerfully.

“I meant your hair.” Nathaniel confessed with a smirk.

Sarang frowned, fists clenching as he fought the ticking impulse to hit him. He bumped Nathaniel’s chest playfully before turning to the gentleman behind him.

“Welcome, sir.” Sarang said, bowing politely.

“So, you are the Sarang.” The gentleman said, extending his hand towards him. “Gregory Pemberton. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Sarang smiled politely, shaking his hand. “The pleasure is mine.”

“Nathaniel.” A deep voice called from the top of the stairs, capturing everyone’s attention.

Lucian Blackwell stood in his glory at his fifties. He barely looked a year over thirty, but the streaks of grey hairs in his brown hair and beard betrayed his age. He was still as healthy, strong, and handsome as the day Sarang first saw him.

Lucian descended the stairs, his head never cowering with each step. He glanced at Sarang whose hands were clasped behind his back with a mischievous smile playing on his lips then shifted his focus to his son, who had grown taller than him–a sight that amused Lucian.

“Father.” Nathaniel said, his voice filled with affection and Lucian patted his shoulder.

“Welcome home.” Lucian replied, a genuine smile warming his features. He looked at the gentleman accompanying Nathaniel. “You must be the third son of Earl Pemberton of Hounds. Gregory.”

“Yes, Your Grace.” Gregory said.

“Stay for lunch. I want to hear about you and my son’s adventures in Oxford.” Lucian said and faced Sarang. “Except you. Go to the study and finish your test properly. Sebastian will stand as my charge.”

“Master,” Sarang whined.

“If you whine, I’ll increase your workload until dinner.” Lucian said, a glint of warning in his eyes. Sarang pouted but Nathaniel patted his back with a gentle smile.

“Go and finish your lessons. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Nathaniel leaned closer and whispered, “Meet me at our spot by midnight.”

Sarang lips stretched as he nodded. He bowed at Lucian and hopped up the stairs, humming with excitement. Nathaniel chuckled, casting a glance at his father, whose expression had shifted to something unfamiliar as he watched Sarang’s playful departure. Nathaniel felt a nagging curiosity, but his father’s eyes averted from Sarang and moved on, which bothered Nathaniel who trailed behind his father.

***

Sarang glanced at the clock–fifteen minutes past midnight. Quietly, he slipped out of bed and stuffed pillows beneath the covers. He snuck out of the villa through the back door, mindful of the guards patrolling. He used a secret path to the garden which he had created by planting more trees to conceal the bare patches of grass. Overtime, the thick foliage allowed him to sneak out for late-night stargazing without interruption.

The trees and grasses rustled against his body until he entered the pavilion. Nathan jerked up when he saw Sarang. They embraced each other tightly, unrestrained by appearances or people as earlier. Nathan rocked Sarang gently as he buried his face in Sarang’s hair, inhaling the scent of his hair.

“I’ve missed–”

Nathan cupped his cheeks, locking their lips together, and cutting Sarang’s words. The softness of Nathan’s lips, the warmth from his tongue, and the cold night air against his flushed skin overwhelmed him as soft gasps escaped in between each short breath. His thoughts dissolved, leaving only the heat of the kiss and the intoxicating pull of Nathan’s pheromone.

Nathan hesitated, pulling back just enough to peck Sarang’s button nose. His eyes roved over Sarang’s features, tracing the lines of his delicate face–his small stature, his blue eyes, floral scent, white hair, pink lips, and warm pale skin. He had spent his childhood, tenaciously wooing Sarang who rejected him countless times.  After two years of persistence pursuit, Sarang accepted his feelings and they became lovers. If Sarang had not been his father’s slave, they would have married that same year.

For now, they were satisfied with their secret affair.

“I’ve missed you terribly, my love. I was tempted to kiss you the moment you leaped in my arms.” Nathan confessed and hugged Sarang.

“I missed you. Four years without you, your letters were the only things to comfort me. I would be insane if you stayed a year longer.” Sarang confessed and gripped his shirt.

Nathan buried his face in Sarang’s shoulder, his breath warm against his skin. Sarang giggled at the tickling sensation, and Nathan smiled into the curve of his neck. “I missed your pheromone. The scent of lavender drifting in the gentle breeze.”

“If mine is lavender, your pheromone is rosemary, addictive and pleasant.” Sarang replied, nuzzling his neck.

Nathan’s gaze drifted to the collar around Sarang’s neck, his fingers traced the leather band. “Father’s collar, have you ever thought of taking it off? I’ll buy you a new collar if you must protect your nape.”

Sarang caressed the cool leather on his throat. There was no burning sensation, scarring from the leather, or discomfort in his eyes.

“Never. If such desire comes, I feel queasy. Master’s collar is part of my character design, I am used to it.” Sarang joked with a soft smile.

Nathan frowned. “Now I’m jealous of my old man.”

Sarang chuckled softly, cupping Nathan’s face. “You don’t have to. I may belong to master, but my heart belongs with you, Nathan. It has from the day I said yes.”

Nathan’s expression softened. “And mine is yours, always.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small white box. “I brought you a gift.”

Nathan opened the box, revealing a delicate gold bracelet adorned with tiny precious stones. Nathan took his hand, gently fastening the bracelet around his slender wrist and kissed his knuckles.

“It’s beautiful.” Sarang praised, fondling the bracelet.

“I’m glad you like you it. In Oxford, there are a lot of beautiful women and handsome men from different families and background.”

“More beautiful than I?”

“They can’t compare. When my mates frequented brothels during their leisure, I thought of you all day. I bought this bracelet, dreaming of the day I return home, today, to give this to you.”

“I’m reminded again why I love you.”

“Because I’m handsome, tall, and smart.” Nathan bragged with a cocky grin.

“No. You are a hopeless romantic.”

“Is that bad?” Nathan asked, flustered.

“It’s part of your charm.” Sarang replied and pecked his nose.

They sat on the bench, hands intertwined as they chatted about the previous four years. Sarang narrated his affairs, smiling as he recounted his life while Nathan was away. Halfway through, Nathan’s expression turned serious.

“What’s wrong?” Sarang asked, pausing mid-sentence.

Nathan’s furrowed brows relaxed; he laid his head on Sarang’s thigh and stretched his legs. Sarang combed his fingers through Nathan’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“I will be twenty-five soon and questions about marriage are becoming unbearable. I have nothing against it, but your status complicates matters.” Nathan explained.

“I understand. As a slave, any child I birth is still a slave. I wouldn’t want my child to be bound by such fate even though master is kind.” Sarang said and stopped stroking his hair. “There are times I wonder if master would free me if I found a partner but it’s funny; I’ve never imagined a life away from this family.”

Nathan sat up, taking Sarang’s cold hands in his. “I want to tell father of my intention to marry you.”

“What?”

“We are not children anymore, Sarang. Father doesn’t control our lives. I’m afraid if I wait any longer, I’ll lose you.”

Sarang’s gaze softened, “You won’t lose me. I’ll always be here.”

Nathan frowned, his voice quiet. “It’s why I’m afraid.”

He thought of his father’s gaze earlier, the collar on Sarang’s neck, and the control he had over Sarang.

Sarang opened his arm with a gentle smile. “Come here.”

Nathan leaned into his embrace as Sarang patted his back, humming softly. They stayed at the pavilion for a while, savouring the night before they returned to the mansion, ignorant of the shadow observing them from the window.

“Goodnight.” Sarang whispered as they stood outside his room.

“Goodnight.” Nathan replied, and Sarang opened his door.

“Would you like to spend the night with me?” Sarang’s cheeks flushed slightly pink.

Nathan shook his head and replied, “Not tonight, lest I succumb to my desires.” He kissed his forehead tenderly. “Go inside now.”

Sarang entered his room and locked the door behind him.

Nathaniel headed to his room in the other wing. He paused when he saw his father’s butler walking down the quiet halls with a small candle in hand.

“Young master, trouble sleeping?” Sebastian asked, his eyes narrowing as he approached.

“Yes. I went out to enjoy the night breeze.”

“Alone, I assume.” Sebastian inquired with a stern gaze.

Nathaniel was silent. Sebastian walked beside him, casting a knowing look at the young man who bore a striking resemblance to the his late mother, Grace. He had witnessed his birth–an ugly, squalling newborn, and nurtured him along with his father into a fine young man. He adored Nathaniel, perhaps almost as much as Lucian did. But there was one thing Sebastian did not approve of.

“I am glad you have returned home, but things are different now. A word for the wise, you are not the master, therefore it is not yours to frolic with. Never forget, young master.” Sebastian’s voice was calm, but firm. “Goodnight.”

Nathaniel clenched his fists until they trembled, then exhaled. Without another word, he marched toward his room.

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    “Your name is Sarang, right?” A soft, gentle voice broke through the quiet.Sarang turned to find Lysandra standing behind him, her cheeks flushed and temper mellow.“Your–”“No need for that.” Lysandra interrupted, holding up a hand to stop him from bowing. “I’m a guest here. Please, be at ease.”Sarang hesitated, then straightened. “Is there anything you need, Your Highness? The young master isn’t home.”“I know. It is not Prince Nathaniel I’m looking for. It’s you.”“Me?” Sarang echoed, blinking in surprise.“Yes, you.” Lysandra stepped closer, her expression sincere. “I apologise for how I behaved when we first met. It was unladylike, and I hope you can forgive me so we can start anew.”“You do not have to apologise or seek my forgiveness.” Sarang replied politely. “You’ve never wronged me, Your Highness.”“I should. You are Prince Nathaniel’s childhood friend and closest companion. Uncle Lucian said you grew up together, so you’re practically family.”“I suppose so.” Sarang repli

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    They returned to the estate at dusk, their earlier frustrations now a distant memory. They chatted excitedly about the places they would explore in Linfield: The original churches of the two religions in Eldoria, the museums of art, and the famed Big Bell Tower.Nathaniel reached for the entrance door’s handle, only to have it open. A familiar figure emerged—a lunari woman dressed in soft pink and a chessboard in her delicate arm. Her green eyes lit up at the sight of Nathaniel, and she tucked a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear with a shy smile.“Nathaniel, welcome. I did not think I would see you before I leave.”“Your Highness.” Nathaniel said, bowing alongside Sarang.Her lips curved into a soft smile. “We’re beyond formalities now. Please, call me Lysandra. Just Lysandra.”“What brings you here?” Nathaniel asked, his voice cool and steady, and his hands clasped behind his back.Lysandra held up the chessboard. The same board he gifted her. “You mentioned you didn’t have

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    Nathaniel stomped down the stairs, muttering under his breath. Sarang watched cautiously before stepping closer, placing a gentle hand on Nathaniel’s shoulder.“Breathe,” Sarang murmured, his voice soft and soothing as his fingers traced slow, calming circles on Nathaniel’s back.Nathaniel exhaled sharply, then mirrored Sarang’s deep, measured breaths. He maintained eye contact as he released a louder breath, his tension easing slightly.“Better?” Sarang asked with a small smile.“I’m not fine,” Nathaniel snapped, though his tone had softened. “Father’s gone too far this time. Making such a decision without consulting me—I’m not a child.”“I know. I agree with you that Master is acting… unusual. But an aggressive confrontation won’t solve anything, it will only make him difficult. You know how stubborn he can be.”Nathaniel sank onto the stairs, intertwining his fingers in frustration. “Then what do you suggest I do? Coddle him with soft words and kindness?” His voice dripped with sar

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    Sarang stood by a small pond, tossing fish food to the colourful koi that swam eagerly to the surface. As the white cup in his hand emptied, he smiled in satisfaction. The fishpond was one of the most tranquil spots on the Linfield estate.The soft rustle of grass behind him caught his attention. He turned to find Nathan striding toward him, his expression taut with nerves, his fists clenching and unclenching in agitation.“We need to talk.” Nathan said, his voice sharp with urgency.Sarang set the empty cup on the pond’s edge. “Can we not talk here?” He asked, staring at Nathan. and Nathan surveyed their environment. There was no one around but he didn’t get a sense of seclusion in the open space.Nathan scanned the open space. While no one was in sight, it didn’t feel private enough. “No, we cannot. I need to speak to you in private. Come with me.” He said and grabbed his hand, leading him away.They disappeared into the shaded cover of the garden’s dense foliage. Without warning, Na

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    Lucian rested in bed, the soft rustle of papers filling the room when the doors creaked open. Sarang peeked in, his lips forming a cute pout.“Master, can I come in? I made you food.” Sarang said, his voice tinged with concern.Lucian glanced up and nodded.Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Sarang waltzed into the room carrying a tray. He approached the bed and presented it to Lucian, who set the papers aside.“It’s ginseng chicken noddle soup.” Sarang explained, rubbing his shoulder nervously. “I heard you weren’t feeling well. Did the doctor come?”“Yes.”Sarang fidgeted with his fingers, his brows knitting in worry. “It’s not serious, right? Are you going to get better? I’ve never seen you bedridden–not even from a fever.”Lucian chuckled, placing a warm hand on Sarang’s hair with a reassuring smile. “You have nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine. The doctor said I overexerted myself and need some rest.”Sarang relaxed, his shoulders dropping as he offered a bright smile. He

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