Vars
He walked his way through the gardens. The wet lush grass brushed against his toes with each of his steps. He was dressed in his usual attire for nights like this. Simple woolen garb, with a brown belt at his waist. A dark blue cloak over his shoulders to defend against the cold night air as well as to help hide him in the shadows. Not that he was worried about being caught. For years the guards followed the same path, the same schedule. All of them had grown lazy in the mundane, some of them not bothering to even circle the full garden at all. Instead, they cut halfway through and joined up together near their main station, laughing and playing dice.
Vars had long taken advantage of this, ever since he first came here as Prince Harvel's Omega bride. That's all he was to the kingdom and to the Prince. An Omega who was seen as an object to own and to breed heirs to. Not a person with feelings, thoughts, or skills. No, no they never considered an Omega to have skills. The Alpha's of the world assumed the Omega's too soft, too pliant, to dumb to learn. But Vars had learned. Ever since he could remember he has learned the ways of the cruel primitive world he and all other Omegas were stuck in.
He learned by listening, by pretending. By acting and batting his eyes. He watched the guards with equal scrutiny as the Nobles of the court. He learned which guards were lazy, which ones would sell secrets for a few favors, and which ones wanted to possess them in his bed. It should be Alpha's who were pitied for they were the ones too stupid to learn. Because they never did. The moment an Omega so much as glances at them they puff up, grow hard, and are so very easy to manipulate.
There had only been one guard in the palace that was not like the others. Was he easy to manipulate? Oh yes, but he wasn't like the other Alpha's. Gail actually cared about Omegas, not only did he see them but he treated them as people. He hailed from a continent across the sea, over there Omega's were seen and treated more favorably and equally. Was there work to be had yet? Oh yes, but it was a vast improvement to the limiting and narrowed place Vars was currently trapped in.
Vars glanced at the wedding ring on his finger, it bore Harvel's royal crest. He even had a matching collar, but he only wore that thing to official functions, and even then he's managed to get away with not wearing it by designing outfits with tall collars or scarves that wrapped around his neck. So instead of wearing a thick heavy golden--gold representing the royal house--metal collar with his husband's name on it. He wore delicate soft silks, in the blue colors of his original House before he came here.
He was sure some of the Court has caught on to his fashion statements. It was small enough that only those paying attention would see the 'treason' of the Royal Omega not wearing his collar. But he was not some beast to be collared, no, he was a beast that should never be messed with.
Harvel wasn't the worst Alpha, nor was he the worst husband. But Vars held no love or even respect to him. He was just a Prince waiting around for his father to die so that he could take the throne. His sisters married off and his Omega brother fled at the age of sixteen to the continent across the sea--Aria-- that's the name of the place. But to Omega's it was known as the place of freedom. Harvel had no competition to the throne, not that the throne would recognize an Omega as King...but perhaps that would one day change.
The good thing about his husband was that he was always so busy. Trying to prove his worth, out hunting and fighting, hardly ever visiting their chambers. It allowed Vars to have nights like this. Nights where he could briskly walk amongst the shadows of trees and stone walls until he found the west door. There he entered and weaved his way through the halls, selecting a familiar path to Gail's room.
Gail was particular, he was an oddity, a Knight gifted from Aria, and because of this, he didn't sleep with the other Alpha's and beta guards in the barracks. Instead, he had his own small room in a dimly lit hall in a quiet part of the palace. Truly it was like fate had decided they were meant to be together. Perhaps he should let the man bite him on his neck. Vars shuddered at the memory of his wedding night when Harvel had done just that.
It did nothing, of course, as always Alpha's were just misguided by old tales and misinformation. The 'mating' bite didn't bond you to an Alpha. You didn't feel each other's emotions or sense the other's thoughts. It was just a stupid awkward bruise that took far too much powder to cover up.
He knocked, the quick light rap followed by a heavier blow so that Gail knew it was him. Cautiously the Knight opened the door to him. Gail was always a sight to behold. Not because he was an Alpha but because he was just objectively good-looking. He was tall and broad, thick muscular neck and shoulders. His nightshirt gripped his frame tightly, allowing Vars to wander his eyes over every curve of muscle.
Gail had square, chiseled features, his nose was slightly crooked from a fight long ago but not enough for Vars to consider unattractive.
Easily he slipped into the man's chamber, shrugging off his cloak and sighing in contentment as he plopped himself on Gail's small cot in the corner.
"Make yourself at home your Highness" Gail huffed in a mocking tone as he bowed his head.
"Gail, stop being a shit" he clipped meeting the man's flinty gray-colored eyes. Gail smirked before stepping forward and dragging him up in a long kiss. The two of the sighed as the man leaned in and breathed against his neck.
"You smell good, as usual, such a lovely scent...flowery" Gail mumbled against his skin. Vars rolled his eyes.
"It's not a 'usual' scent. It's called having a bathing schedule. You'd be surprised how well you'd smell as well if you bathed more than once a week" he stated stepping away from the Alpha.
"Sorry, fell into the habit of the Alpha's over here. Back home I did bathe more. I understand though, perhaps that's why that belief is still held so strongly amongst your people. The whole Omega's smell sweet and fine and Alpha's smell musky..." Gail commented with a snort.
"Misconceptions of partial truths, most Omega's only job is to be a hole to fuck and breed. So we spend most of our days laying about and bathing. Making us soft, and smell quite good" Vars replied with a roll of his eyes. His mood was being spoiled by yet again more conversation on how being an Omega just made him oh so different.
