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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, N
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“I need a slave.” Lord Lucian Blackwell declared, gazing at the eloquent garden through the window of his manor.“A slave?” Trevor asked as he dropped his feet from the table in disbelief.It was no secret the number of the things Lucian Blackwell detested–slavery being chief among them. Slaves were nothing but property: deprived of name, status, wealth, respect, and dignity. To Lucian, slaves were depreciating liabilities–they aged and got boring quickly. He believed in the principle, ‘Every man has a price’ which extended to labour. Until now.Lucian turned away from the window and took a seat, facing his old friend. “I need a slave. Young, healthy, and smart. I don’t care the cost if it meets my requirements.”Trevor leaned forward, “Why? You have never weened such notion… What changed?”Lucian’s eyes flickered toward the painted portrait of his deceased wife cradling an infant swaddled in a red blanket. “For Nathaniel’s education. A slave his age to learn, rival, befriend, and ser
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The cold air of the night bit at the child's skin as he stood before Lucian, his frail body exposed and shivering with a thin chain hung loosely around his neck. He flickered his gaze between the ground and the towering man who had purchased him.“Does he speak?” Lucian asked, examining the child.“Yes, m’lord, but he is lacking in our tongue.” The keeper yanked the leash sharply. “Speak.”“Master.” The child’s voice was soft and timid as he prostrated.“Stand.” Lucian commanded.The keeper tugged the chain again and the child stood. This infuriated Lucian. It was a slave, not a beast.“Cast the chain and clothe him.” Lucian ordered.“But m’lord–” The keeper dared to argue.“Do as the lord say!” A voice cut through, belonging to a stubby man clad in expensive, fine fabrics and adorned in gold jewelleries. This haughty beta was the master of the auction.“Yes sir.” The keeper responded quickly and led the boy away.“Follow them.” Lucian instructed and Trevor followed the keeper leaving
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Ten days later, Lucian returned to his home at the countryside. Although it was modest compared to the grand manor in Linfield, it was still the largest property in town. Green plants lined the paths, creating intricate patterns that guided carriages and visitors to the white villa. Dull vines, bare of flowers, clung to portions of the villa’s walls. The sight of the neglected plants stirred a bittersweet feeling in Sarang, who stared at them until he was called inside.The servants greeted Lucian warmly, relieved with his safe return, but their eyes soon drifted to the unfamiliar child clinging to their master's side..Lucian Blackwell was an intimidating alpha in his thirties. He was very attractive with wavy chestnut hair, onyx eyes, and a thick beard that framed his rugged, olive, skin. A faded scar ran across his left cheek, enhancing his imposing presence. Yet, the beautiful child grasping his hand without fear amused the servants.“Father!” A bubbly voice called.Sarang gawked
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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 ente
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Nathaniel stared at the doors of Lucian’s study and heaved. He knocked then entered.His father sat at his desk, eyes closed, coloured papers and books strewn around him, and a half-full bottle of whiskey rested by his side. A glass chessboard and books sat on a desk by a window with two chairs facing each other. The shelves contained more fictional literature than the boring textbooks, children’s books, poems, and literature his father enjoyed. Portraits of Nathaniel, Sarang, and Lucian hung on the emerald walls, and newly additions of non-alcoholic drinks.Every nook and cranny held an essence of Sarang. Nathaniel’s expression turned grim.“Father.” Nathaniel called from the door.Lucian opened his eyes.“Is now a bad time?” Nathan asked, his tone solemn.“It’s fine.” Lucian replied, readjusting in his chair. “Come, sit down.”Nathaniel couldn't help but notice the endless paperwork before his father. As the Grand Duke, Lucian’s responsibilities seemed unending, tethering him to his
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Ten days later, Lucian and Sarang set off for New Borough at dawn. The journey was long and exhausting, but Sarang admired the view away from their hometown. The first he had ever gone without Nathan tagging along.Sarang’s eyes softened. He wondered what Nathan was doing. Were the negotiations going smoothly? Was Nathan facing challenges he couldn’t?Sarang heaved and glanced at his notes. He blushed and snapped the book close, attaining Lucian’s attention.“What has you flustered?” Lucian asked and Sarang shook his head.“It’s nothing.” Sarang said.But it was something. Nathan was the only man on his mind, but his note was mostly full of the man sitting in front of him, it was muscle memory. Sarang finally understood Nathan’s anxiety.He was too friendly with Master.“We have arrived.” Lucian said and Sarang pushed the curtain aside.New Borough was a quaint, picturesque village nestled among lush greenery. The homes were a mix of old stone buildings with thatched roofs, and newer
Last Updated : 2024-11-04Mine Beloved 007
As night crept, the streets bustled with people and lanterns casting warm light over the cold evening. Sarang picked up a green half mask from the wagon and turned to Lucian.“What do you think, Master?” Sarang asked.Lucian shook his head. “It doesn’t compliment your crown.”“How about this?”“It’s unflattering.”“And this?”“You lack the charm of a fox.”Sarang frowned, folding his arms. “We will never obtain a mask if you are picky, Master. It is a festival–to celebrate and live carefree, not brood and critique.” He picked a red mask.“The colour is–”“This is for you,” Sarang interrupted. “You always wear dull colours. Red is considered a lucky and rich colour.”Sarang slipped the mask onto Lucian’s face. It was shaped like an owl, adorned with rhinestones and feathers, cool against Lucian’s skin. Lucian studied his reflection, hands clasped behind him, giving a nod of approval. “Thank you.” Lucian said.Sarang grinned in victory.Lucian chose a blue mask and gently fastened it o
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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, N
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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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Linfield, the capital of Eldoria, was an enormous city of pristine streets and elegantly dressed citizens who moved about without fear or caution. To visitors, the city appeared devoid of poverty, a model of wealth and order. But the truth was far grimmer. The poor were relegated to slums on the city's outskirts, hidden from the public eye unless they had business beyond their domesThe structure was discriminatory. While all were Eldorians, there was no sense of unity beyond their class. Sarang vividly remembered the first time he had witnessed a public beating of a pickpocketing child from the slums. If not for Sebastian’s intervention, the child would have lost a limb—or worse, his life. That incident had starkly reminded Sarang of his own fortune, because as twisted as it sounded, in some ways, slaves had it easier, provided their masters weren’t malicious.Nathaniel and Sarang wandered into Linfield’s bustling market, the heart of the city. They entered a quaint bookstore, browsi
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Blackwell Mansion, Capital City Linfield–Eldoria.The vast estate of the Blackwell compound was eerily quiet. Servants on duty rose at dawn, swiftly cleaning the remnants of the celebration. Amid their brisk movements, Sebastian ascended the grand staircase, a tray of tea and sandwiches balanced expertly in his hands.At the master’s bedroom door, he knocked. “Master Lucian, I’ve brought you a snack.” Sebastian announced.“Enter.” Lucian’s voice came from inside.Sebastian stepped inside, setting the tray on the nightstand. Lucian emerged from the walk-in closet, buttoning his coffee vest over his white shirt.“You should rest, you haven’t had much sleep.” Sebastian urged, his tone laced with concern.“I cannot sleep.” Lucian admitted, his voice low. “The pills are becoming ineffective. Alcohol helps, but the children will worry.”“This could all be avoided if you heed the doctor’s advice, but you are far more stubborn than your parents combined. I’m glad the young master inherited la
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Sarang stood silently beside Lucian, his gaze fixed on Nathaniel and the princess as they waltzed across the ballroom floor. The fluidity of their movements, the way they seemed perfectly synchronized, struck a chord deep within him. His fist clenched at his side, his face solemn as he watched them, his thoughts distant.“They look good together, don’t they?” King Julius remarked, breaking Sarang from his reverie.King Julius, an alpha in his early forties, had an air of charisma and authority that suited his attractive features. His green eyes–so much like his siblings–twinkled as he cradled a child in his arms, a boy bearing some resemblance to him.“I don’t know. What do you think, Sarang?” Lucian asked, shifting attention towards Sarang.Sarang slowly unclenched his hand, head bowed as he whispered, “They… look good together, Your Majesty.”It was the bitter truth. The princess and Nathaniel were a perfect pair–born from the same cloth and country. In comparison, Sarang was no one
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As the first lunari born into the royal family in seven generations, Princess Lysandra had always been a subject of fascination. However, Lysandra believed herself to be like any other blue-blood woman. She felt unimpressed with the attending guests until her sight landed on a striking stranger. For the first time in years, she felt an urge to venture beyond her small, familiar circle.Her cheeks flushed faintly as she touched her collar. “Who is he?”Peggy and Eleanor turned subtly, peering over their fans.“Is it Lord Bartell?” Peggy asked.“No. The tall gentleman he’s speaking to.”The two women gasped softly, sharing a look of disbelief.“Do you really not know who he is?” Eleanor whispered, moving closer.“He must be a noble, but I’ve never seen him before.” Lysandra admitted.“That is Prince Nathaniel Blackwell,” Peggy revealed, her tone reverent. “Son of Grand Duke Lucian Blackwell and the late Grand Duchess Grace.”“Linfield’s most eligible bachelor,” Eleanor chimed in. “Intel
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Blackwell Mansion, Linfield - Capital city of Eldoria.The enormous ballroom was alive with the harmonious notes of the string instruments and a grand piano. Nobles of every rank–viscounts, counts, earls, duchesses, dukes, counsellors, mayors, and affluent families—gathered in a dazzling display of colourful attire, their gloves complementing their luxurious outfits.Slaves were allowed, some modestly dressed, but only because the invitations had boldly declared: NO NUDITY. They moved through the crowd, either accompanying their masters or mingling with other slaves. Sarang, however, never thrived in these gatherings. He couldn’t sympathise with the other slaves nor hold his head high amongst nobles.There was one more lesson the upper-class parties taught him.His eyes roamed across the room, landing on Nathaniel, who was surrounded by a gaggle of young nobles–men and women, all laughing and flirting with him. Their fingers brushed against his arm, whispering behind their fans. The d
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Nathan strode down the stone path toward the garden, the cool breeze rustling the leaves around him. His boots clicked against the stones with a rhythmic sound as he walked, his thoughts set on the familiar path that led to Sarang. When he spotted him, kneeling on the grass, his trowel digging into the soft earth, a warm smile tugged at Nathan's lips.Sarang was focused, transplanting flower buds into the freshly tilled soil. The sun cast a warm golden light, making the beads of sweat on his face shimmer like drops of dew. His gloves, now dirtied with soil, squeaked faintly with every movement. Sarang huffed in frustration as a gust of wind-swept past, knocking his straw hat from his head. He groaned, but before he could move to retrieve it, the hat was placed back on his head.“Hello.” Nathan said, offering a friendly wave.Sarang looked up, startled, before returning a shy wave. “Hello.”The silence stretched awkwardly between them, both unsure how to bridge the gap that had lingered
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Sebastian knocked on the study door before stepping in. The sight inside was unfamiliar, even unsettling. Lucian sat at his desk, briskly scribbling, stamping, or discarding papers from the neatly stacked piles. The bottles of alcohol at the bar on the far side of the room, had been untouched for days. And the chair opposite Lucian’s desk was conspicuously empty of a certain vibrant presence.Across the room, Sarang sat quietly, his head bent over a textbook. He wasn’t slacking off or hiding a novel between its pages as he sometimes did. His focus was sharp, though his body betrayed a restless energy.Sebastian’s beard tickled, though his face betrayed no thoughts. He placed a glass filled of black liquid on Sarang’s desk with deliberate care, the faint aroma of bitter herbs wafting upward.Sarang shuddered at the sight of it, his nose wrinkling in disgust. His wide, pleading eyes darted to Sebastian, accompanied by a dramatic pout.“I don’t like the taste. It’s so bitter.” He whined.
