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Although there is no snow in the summer, the Levantian landscape appears crisp and cold. Minho can't tear his eyes away from it, distracting him from the terrible headache that has been brewing for the past few hours. So stark in contrast is the view to his home across the Clé Sea , Miroh, where the panorama from his bedchamber window is filled with reds and oranges and a warmth that can be felt from his balcony.

This view from the frosty carriage window, though, is full of evergreen trees and dark grass, all framed by the snow-capped Levantian Mountain terrain, the shadows growing as the sun rises behind their peaks, casting everything a hazy blue. It truly is a beautiful sight, Minho thinks, yet, not nearly as beautiful as the Mirovian Isles and its tropical florae, golden sand, glistening turquoise lagoons and the brilliant sunshine that greets him every day. Nothing is as beautiful as Minho’s kingdom.

The carriage runs smooth and steady over the evenly paved road that leads to the capital city of Levanter. Minho finds the sensation unfamiliar; he's sure his siblings feel the same, all too accustomed to the way even the Mirovian royal carriage creaks and shakes over the uneven dirt and cobblestone paths of Miroh.

Minho does not know which he prefers.

After some time, with his unfocused gaze watching the trees whizzing by, his attention is stolen by Jihan’s head knocking against his shoulder. She's fast asleep. It prompts him to look at the rest of his family. Jihan's twin, Jeongin, is huddled against Soeun, the oldest sister, the two of them whispering and snickering. Clearly, they are making the best of the trip, whilst Yongbok, much like Minho himself, is staring blankly out the window.

Minho adjusts Jihan so that she can rest more comfortably on his lap. She's understandably tired. As one of the youngest, the three day journey must be taking its toll on her. She doesn't stir, and the feeling of her easy, quiet breaths have Minho's own eyes fluttering as he begins to doze.

He only opens his eyes when Jeongin shakes him gently. They've arrived at the capital.

Minho stretches, arms above his head and facial muscles twitching as he tries to rid his body of sleep; a sight unseemly for a first prince, so he must do it quickly before he exits the carriage.

He would like nothing more than to wash up and rest in a nice warm bed after his days of non-stop travel, but alas, Levantian custom deigned that even the most esteemed guests must go and greet the King first and foremost.

Minho has always thought it a rather silly custom. In Miroh, a member of the royal family will come to meet important guests and escort them to their accommodations; a much more sensible and considerate practice.

When the carriage halts in front of the grand castle doors, Minho makes sure all his siblings are presentable; patting down hair, fixing collars- before an attendant opens the carriage door for them and they step out.

He holds in his laughter as they all stagger on their feet as they exit the carriage after him, their legs unsteady and tired after the ride from the sea port that spanned several hours. Nonetheless, they all straighten up and find their bearings to follow Minho to the entrance of the castle.

It’s been a few years since he was last in Levanter; Miroh’s oldest and most tumultuous ally within the Clé Empire— their history tainted with cold wars and espionage, all ignored by the Emperor. Minho has not set foot in the kingdom since the passing of Queen Eun Eleanor, and the subsequent coronation of her only heir, Prince- now King Chan Christopher.

They are met with a young omega, one Minho is certain he's met before on one of his previous visits to the castle.

“Greetings, Your Highnesses.” Ah, at the gravelly sound of the omega’s voice, Minho recalls a name. “It is an honour to welcome you to the Levantian Capital. I will guide you to greet his Majesty, then escort you to your chambers in the guest wing.”

Minho smiles cordially, “Thank you, Changbin. It is a pleasure to be here as always. Please, lead the way.”

The omega blushes a brilliant shade of red at having his name remembered. Minho is secretly pleased to elicit such a positive reaction with a single word.

“Of course,” Changbin bows his head, “First Prince Minho.”

Walking through the castle fills Minho with a sense of nostalgia. There was a time in his youth where every summer was spent in these halls; running, laughing and playing with the other noble and royal children, chasing fluffy kittens and catching colds from playing in the Levanter snow. All long before the responsibilities of being a first prince caught up to him— before the reality of Minho's situation was made clear to him.

The visits were established so that Soeun and Christopher could become familiar with one another, as they were engaged to be married and unite the Kingdoms in a way the Emperor has always failed to do. Soeun still found herself in Levanter every summer, but now that she is eighteen and old enough to travel on her own, it was no longer deemed necessary for the other Lee children to accompany her. After all, the trips were not vacations, rather, they were to strengthen political relationships and establish her place in the castle she would one day
l
ord over.

Minho is snapped out of his reverie as he’s forced to stop in front of a pair of ornate, silver encrusted
french
French doors; the entrance to the King’s study.

“Announcing the Royal Mirovian delegation to greet his Majesty King Christopher.” Changbin bellows before the guards stationed in front of the office open the doors for them.

King Christopher is seated at his desk, papers neatly organised as he works. He looks up to them and a tired, if not polite smile graces his lips.

Minho bows in greeting and his siblings all follow suit.

“King Christopher,” a practised and polite smile to mirror the King’s own crossing his face, “a pleasure to see you again.”

Christopher bobs his head in a semblance of a bow. Minho appreciates the gesture even if the King is no longer expected to bow to him.

“Prince Minho,” he greets first, “Princes Yongbok and Jeongin, Princess Jihan.” He turns to Souen, a different smile, more familiar and tender gracing his lips. “My Lady. It is a pleasure to have you all. I hope you enjoy your time here and engage in the Summer Solstice festivities.”

“Of course,” Minho nods. “we look forward to it.”

Minho contemplates extending his condolences- congratulations? After all, he has not seen Christopher since his mother passed and since he became King. But perhaps it is unnecessary since Miroh had already formally extended condolences, and Minho's father, King Chaeyeol, had attended the coronation in spring once the sea had melted enough for travel.

Not to mention, it would be awkward now. Perhaps Minho will offer a kind word if the two of them ever have a moment to speak alone.

Christopher finally stands. “If it is alright, I would like to take a walk with my betrothed before you all have to prepare for tonight's gala. If this pleases the Princess?”

Minho looks to Soeun, who, to her credit, is smiling gracefully. Regardless, his older-brother-intuition can tell she would rather do anything than take a stroll with the King. It is a little inconsiderate after days of travel, but who can say no to a king?

“Of course, Your Majesty. It would be my pleasure.” She allows him to take her hand and place a kiss on it. Minho conceals his surprise when something dangerously akin to jealousy coils in his chest at the display before he snuffs it out. He doesn't have time to think about that.

Minho will never have time to think about that.

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By the time Minho finally makes it to his assigned room, his luggage has already been unpacked and sorted. He calls a maid to run a bath for him and makes quick work of settling into the warm water once it's drawn. The warmth of it makes him miss home, hot springs and the sun on his skin.

Funny. When he’s home, he often wishes he was somewhere else.

Minho has a long week ahead of him. Functions to attend and make appearances, there is a list of nobles and ministers a mile long that his father has tasked him with meeting and buttering up to foster good relations. The Levanter Summer Solstice festival will be very taxing for him so he wants this small moment of reprieve to last as long as possible. It may very well be his last for the next few weeks.

He takes stock of his body. His headache has yet to recede, and even before he got in the bath, he noticed that he had been running a little warm. He's sure the chill of a Levantian summer has only aggravated it. His body, specifically his abdomen, feels achy. He suspects he's coming down with a cold from the trip. Though usually when Minho catches a cold, rare as that is, he has the symptoms of a runny nose or sore throat, neither of which he is experiencing. He’s not sure what to think.

Whatever it is he is coming down with, doesn't seem to be getting worse, and he prays to the Goddess it stays that way- inconvenient but manageable. Still, he will be sure to request a painkiller before he has to attend the gala tonight.

Once the water runs tepid, he knows his time is up and slowly drags himself out of the bath. When he is dry and dressed in his undergarments, he makes his way back to the bedroom.

He’s not at all surprised to find Soeun sprawled out in his bed, still donning her travel clothes.

“How did it go?” he prompts when she says nothing.

Minho pities her situation. Soeun and Christopher never became friends like Minho and his own fiancé did. Granted, Minho and Yeji had the distinct advantage of being in close proximity from before they could walk as their mothers were very close. Soeun had no such privilege with her intended, only seeing him once a year.

The engagement of First Prince Lee Minho of the Mirovian Isles and High Lady Hwang Yeji of The Yellow Wood was one that made the Mirovian citizens antsy; the idea of a woman of The Yellow Wood sat on their throne for two generations in a row.

Minho thinks it rather silly. Yeji has lived in Miroh ever since they first became engaged at age seven. She was just as much a child of the Isles as she was the Yellow Wood.

Not that it matters. He'll never be King regardless.

Despite that, it was impossible for him to not be close to Yeji. After all, she was the only one that knew-

Soeun sighs heavily, “The same as it always does. Nothing but polite small talk. He is friendly, true- nice even, but he is also… insincere? Years of courting and neither of us have managed to develop any feelings other than platonic appreciation. I cannot believe I shall have a lifetime of,” she makes a vague dismissive gesture with her hands, “...that.”

Minho nods empathetically, “Well… he made an effort to spend time with you even though he is bound to be busy with preparation for the festival. That must count for something, yes? It would have been nice if he were a little more considerate of your fatigue after three days travel but…” Minho trails off at the blank look Soeun gives him.

“Do not give me that look!” He scolds, “It could be worse! I am sure in your years of marriage to come, you two will grow closer and form a more genuine bond. He is a kind and reasonable man, so you will be alright, Soeun. I have faith your union will be a good one.”

She rolls her eyes, a habit no doubt adopted from Minho himself. “Like Father and the Queen?”

Minho glares a little, “Now, now, let us not get snarky.” She snorts in a very unladylike manner and rolls over to stuff her face in a pillow, “You need to go wash up for the gala now.”

She huffs and puffs and groans as all petulant pups love to do, but she eventually gets up to go find her own room.

Once alone, Minho sets about getting dressed, not before asking one of the attendants to bring him some eucalyptus tea for his pains.

His gown for the gala is a deep, ruby red satin, trimmed with rubies and gold embroidery; the colours of Miroh. The sleeves are long and flowy fading to a burnt orange, the waistband is thick and accentuates his slender waist and the broadness of his shoulders. His crown is a halo, rubies dangling across his forehead- much more decorative than the simple gold circlet he dons in his daily wear.

Minho loves going to galas and balls for this reason. It is the one time it is considered appropriate for him to dress up, wear long flowing gowns and decorate himself with pretty gems. His day to day clothes are much more practical and simple. Nothing like this gown; decadent and luxurious, expensive.

Perhaps if Minho were the Crown Prince , not just the First Prince, he would have more opportunities to dress this way.

But alas… Minho knows that will never come to pass.

He is only granted a few minutes to admire his golden and glittering reflection in the floor length mirror before his sisters come barging into his room. They are adorned in similar red and gold gowns, twin grins on their faces that promise mischief.

Minho is immediately on guard. “What are the two of you up to?”

Soeun innocently holds up a pot of kohl as she giggles.

“The countess isn't here! And you know no one else can paint kohl as well as her…” she grins, “except for you, that is!”

Minho sighs long-sufferingly, but smiles and invites them to come sit at his vanity all the same.

Minho is quiet in his concentration as he lines Soeun's eyes, then Jihan’s. When Jihan silently holds up rouge and pearl powder, he easily accepts his fate and takes them from her. He dusts the gold tinted powder over her cheeks, paints Soeun’s lips a bold rouge, and dabs a little on Jihan’s as well when she pouts.

She is only sixteen, and yet to debut into society. Too much rouge would be indecent.

When he finishes, they both look at him with those near identical smirks.

“What is it?” He feels distinctly like an endangered animal.

“Now, it is your turn~” Jihan croons.

Minho sputters, “You know I cannot- I am a beta- Father would never-”

“Father is not here.” Soeun shrugs easily. “There is no one here who would report to him either. Take advantage, how often will you get to do something like this?”

And she's right. Despite his
grown
age, this is the first time Minho has ever been permitted to leave Miroh without an entire entourage of his Father’s lackeys to keep tabs on him. He supposes it is because the King of Miroh has given up on him ever presenting as an alpha.

As far as everyone is concerned, Minho is a beta. It is why he will never claim the title of Crown Prince. Pups typically present between the ages of fourteen and

eighteen. Once a pup turns twenty-one without a presentation, they are classified in society as a beta.

Minho is twenty-three.

It is unlikely for him to present now, and Minho prays to the Goddess he never presents. He will likely remain First Prince Minho till the day he dies.

Minho knows he is a disappointment to his Father, and he always will be. The first born of the 8th generation of the Lee Monarchy; a beta . A stain in the long line of alphas. His father was so outraged by his lack of a presentation that he accused his mother, The Queen, of infidelity.

Ever since he turned eighteen with no signs of rut on the horizon, he has been living under a microscope. Constantly subject to his Father’s scrutiny and wrath, only getting worse the further he aged away from twenty-one. Everything Minho does is wrong in his father’s eyes. But tonight…

“I suppose you may be right…” he concedes.

“Yes!” Jihan nods excitedly. “Just for tonight oppa, you can relax!”

Minho bites his lip as he contemplates it further. “Alright.”

The girls squeal excitedly as they crowd him into the seat at his vanity.

He sits still as they line his eyes with kohl, then dust over his cheekbones, eyelids and the tip on his nose with pearl powder. They dab only a little more rogue than he allowed Jihan on his lips, making them look stained red rather than boldly painted like Soeun’s.

When he looks in the mirror, he almost sheds a tear. He looks gorgeous, he feels gorgeous . He almost feels like an-

No… he won't allow himself that train of thought.

At that moment, Minho decides he will have fun. He does not have to be the perfect First Prince tonight. He will relax and dance and drink. He will have a good time.

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Minho is not having a good time.

The ballroom is teeming with royalty and nobility. So many beautiful people, several of which have offered Minho drinks or asked him to dance.

All of which he has declined because he feels terrible.

After shooing his sisters from his room, he was able to drink the pain relief tea. But instead of relief, he feels worse. His stomach is in knots, he's nauseous, his head is pounding and all of his muscles are sore. It is unlike anything he has ever felt before.

It does not take long till the music begins to overwhelm him. The lights are too bright, the sounds are too loud and even the smell of the hors d'oeuvres makes bile rise in his throat. Minho makes his way out of the ballroom and away from the crowd, relying almost entirely on instinct in his search for some quiet and fresh air.

He finds himself in a garden, one he can't quite remember visiting before, but he supposes he can't remember much of anything at the moment, unable to focus through his pain and disorientation.

Minho sits on the first bench he finds and nearly moans at the feeling of cool, smooth stone on his fever heated skin. He places a hand over his heart, alarmed to find it beating erratically. His mind races, ‘What is wrong with me? Could this really be a mere flu? Have I been poisoned?’

He's fevering, sweating and disoriented as he tries his best to cool down.

It’s not till the first cramp lances though his abdomen that it clicks.

No…

Minho thought… Minho had hoped, prayed this would never happen.

He’s too old for this, isn't he? He’s twenty-three for fuck’s sake, isn’t it much too late?

He thought he was defective, sterile perhaps… that he would never present and just live the rest of his life masquerading as a beta.

The sudden heat searing in his belly assures him that is not the case.

He is presenting, here and now at the Levanter Summer Solstice Gala.

Minho is in the beginning stages of his first heat.

The realisation makes him start hyperventilating, fully descending into a panic. His alarm only mounting once he registers a low, distressed, keening sound- horrified to discover it’s coming from himself.

His panicked haze is shattered by the sound of a voice.

“Now, what is a pretty thing like you doing out here all alone so close to your heat?”

Minho's muddled brain can't quite make sense of the words being said to him, only making a sad, confused little sound in response.

Someone is approaching him. An alpha; one he doesn’t recognise. His figure and face distorted by the tears gathering in his lash line.

“Come, let an alpha take care of you.” and then there is a hand gripping his arm. Minho thrashes near hysterically in an attempt to get away, years of training and battle rendered useless by his disorientation. He doesn’t know what's going on, but he knows that he is scared and that this alpha means danger. He needs- he needs to leave- to get away. But he feels so tired and sick and weak and his limbs all feel like jelly so he can't do anything.

A frightened sob rips from his lips.

“Hey!” The blurry figure snaps. “Keep it down before you-”

“Who goes there?” A new voice bellows.

The alpha freezes, then sputters, “Ah- ah Your Majesty, I am so terribly sorry-”

“How did you get in here? This area is private and restricted to guests- you would dare desecrate the late Queen’s private garden?”

“I am so sorry your Majesty King Christopher,” The alpha rushes, his grasp harsh as he yanks Minho up from his seat on the bench. “This was all so unexpected, we shall get going-”

Minho is still unable to process much, but he latches onto one thing-

“Ch-chris-” he whimpers.

Christoher is a good alpha. Minho knows him, Minho will be safe with him, Minho can trust him.

“Prince Minho?!”

Suddenly the scent of paprika and pineapples fill Minho’s senses, stronger than anything Minho has ever scented before. Sharp, spicy, angry and Minho’s whole world narrows down to the source, his vision finally clearing as he focuses on Chris, Chris, alpha Chris.

Minho reaches out for him.

“Chris- Alpha-” He rips himself from the strange man’s arms, his grip slack from surprise, and buries himself in the King’s chest. If he were in the proper state of mind, he would be horrified by his actions and the reality of what is happening to him.

Chris growls, deep and low, and then he is shouting. Minho can feel it as it echoes in his lungs from where he's pressed to Chris’ chest. He doesn't know what's being said, likely summoning guards to have the alpha taken to the dungeon, but Minho is too busy inhaling lungfuls of Christopher's perfect scent to be certain.

“-ho? Prince Minho? What happened?” Chris’ voice is distorted, as if Minho's head is being held underwater.

Minho wails, a pathetic sound. “I don't know- alpha please, need you- I need help-”

Christopher’s brows furrow, visibly deliberating for a moment before he ducks down and scents over Minho's neck. Minho lets out an airy sound and eagerly bares his neck.

Realisation flashes over the King’s features, plush lips parting as he gasps in disbelief, “You're… presenting! You're in heat?!”

Minho doesn't care too much about what Chris is saying, because all he can focus on is how much he “-want you, Alpha, I want you please, please, please-”

Chris growls again, his sense of reason fading the longer he’s exposed to the heady sugary cinnamon and heavy cream scent of Minho's heat pheromones.

Minho feels himself being picked up, and is pleased when it makes it easier to bury his face into Chris’ neck, inhaling delicious lungfuls of tropical fruits and spices. It's warm, sweet and reminds him of home; the perfect alpha scent.

Even in his rut-like haze, Christopher has the presence of mind to know that he can't be seen smuggling an omega in heat to his chambers, an omega Prince whose sister he is engaged to no less.

So, Chris takes him to the servants’ tunnels, stumbling through the dark till he finds the door leading to his chambers.

He tries to leave once he’s set Minho on the bed, the omega’s crown slipping from his head, to get as far away from Mihno as he can, but his attempt is thwarted by Minho wrapping his limbs around him.

“Alpha, stay please.”

Chris can’t think of a reply, brain going static as he is pressed face first into the omega’s scent gland. Minho’s scent is thick and sweet, like molasses, the cream and cinnamon syrupy with heat, no trace of the muted powdery scent he had carried before.

It drives the King mad.

He swears he can taste sugar on his tongue as he laves over Minho's scent gland, scent only getting sweeter when Minho whines and bares his neck, inviting Chris to keep going.

He would be a fool to reject the invitation.

The alpha loses himself in marking Minho, letting them cover each other in their combined scent. The usually subtle notes of mango in Chris’ scent are sharp in his state of arousal.

The alpha only pauses his ministrations when the distinct scent of omega slick reaches his nose.

Christopher rears back, staring at Minho's debauched expression; his cheeks ruddy, eyes lidded and lashes fluttering, his perfect little pout parted as he pants.

Minho is an absolute vision, and he is wet for Chris.

The King leans back, taking hold of a delectably thick and muscular thigh in each hand to spread them so he has an easy view of where Minho is leaking all over the red satin of his robes and Chris’ bedsheets.

The omega gasps sweetly, “Alpha,” he whines, “m’ wet.”

Christopher knows. The cloying scent of slick is drowning all of his senses. His mouth waters, he knows Minho will taste as sweet as he smells and he's overwhelmed with the need to get him on his tongue.

The only thing that stops him is when Minho calls a soft, “Alpha, I'm scared.”

It’s like a shock to Christopher’s system, ice in his veins.

Scared?

Why was his omega scared?

That's when he realises: Minho is not his omega .

He’s not just any omega either; Minho is the First Prince of the Mirovian Isles. They aren't courting, they are hardly even friends. Minho is a virgin omega Prince who is presenting and Christopher is a King who is spoken for.

He’s engaged to his sister, for fuck’s sake.

What is he doing? What was he thinking?

This… is beyond inappropriate. Minho can't even speak for himself in this state.

So, with no small amount of effort, Chris yanks himself away, ignoring the pained, desperate look on the omega’s face.

“I- I am so sorry, Your Highness-” he stumbles away from his own bed till his back hits the door and he's finally outside. He slams the door behind him, hunched over as he tries to catch his breath.

The air outside does not manage to refresh him, leaving him dazed. He realises belatedly that it is because he's bathed in Minho's scent.

He looks up at the sound of footsteps and is relieved to see two maids. Not a lord or a minister, or Goddess forbid , his father. He recognises one instantly; Changbin, one of his most long standing attendants.

“Excuse me!” he calls and they waste no time scampering over to him.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Prince Minho of Miroh is going through his presentation. He has already begun to nest in my bedchambers, so I will need you to set up an alternative room for me to stay in for the duration of his heat-”

“His heat?!” the younger maid shrieks. Chris can’t help the glare he sends her at being interrupted and she goes pink with embarrassment, bowing her head. A girl he hasn't seen before, she must be new so he cuts her some slack.

“Yes, his heat. So see to it that he is tended to, and ensure that he has access to whatever he needs for his nest,” he instructs.

“Your Majesty…” she speaks up again, despite the obvious glare Changbin is sending her way, “you are going to allow this omega to spend his heat in your chambers? Should we not escort him to a guest room?”

Chris arches a brow at the audacity. “Are you questioning my decision?”

She stutters, “No! I simply-”

“You will simply follow my instructions. Not that I need to explain myself to you, but this is not just any omega. He is the First Prince of The Mirovian Isles and he will be treated well during his stay in my castle. He has already settled in my den, so he shall remain there, understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she answers.

Chris scoffs, “Changbin, see to it that…” he turns to her prompting her to volunteer her name.

“I am Aera, Your Majesty.”

“See to it that Aera is not permitted into my chamber to tend to Prince Minho.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Changbin nods.

“Good. I shall personally inform the Mirovian delegation of this… development.”

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Minho spends the five days of his heat in the King’s den, in a nest made of the alphas' clothes. It's lonely and painful and he is so, so scared of what this means for him.

When it's all over, he is washed up and escorted out of the King's chambers and to his own to pack his belongings.

Once he is ready to leave, he has to officially bid farewell to the King and Prince Consort Dowager before he leaves for Miroh. As he bows to the Levanter Monarchs, he can't bring himself to look Christopher in the eyes, afraid he’ll be plagued with memories of his heat. Afraid the alpha will somehow see in his eyes the way Minho spent days touching himself with Chris’ name on his tongue and his face buried in his sheets in search of the alpha’s scent. The King's marks on his neck tingle even where they are covered under the high collar of Minho's coat.

The carriage ride to the port is smooth and quiet. Minho is alone, as his father had summoned his siblings back without him. As he looks at the cool blues and whites of the Levanter forest, he can't help but notice how pretty it is- serene. At this moment, it seems much prettier than anything that awaits him in Miroh. Because Miroh is his home, where his family, his people and the crushing reality of his presentation are waiting for him.

His life as he knows it is over.

Everything has shifted. All the parts of himself that Minho has spent his whole life struggling to hide are now out in the open, bared for everyone to see. What was once shrouded and fuzzy, is now crisp and sharp, real.

In a strange way, Minho is free now, and he feels a twisted sense of relief underneath the many, many layers of fear. Because now everyone will know what Minho has always known.

Lee Minho, First Prince of The Mirovian Isles, is an omega.

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Life changes after Minho's presentation.
Now, the truth was undeniable. Lee Minho, the First Prince of The Mirovian Isles, was born an omega.And his mother, Queen Iseul, had hidden it from everyone. Including King Cheyeol.
Minho has always understood why she had. Back then, when Minho was born, she had only been Crown Princess for mere months. She was so fresh to Miroh, hailing from The Yellow Wood. Iseul had no power, no solid place in the palace, and any little mistake could have had her cast out.
A little mistake, like giving the Crown Prince an omega for a firstborn son.
She wanted to protect both herself and Minho. So she hid it; swore her maids and midwives to secrecy, and cut the tongues off of the ones she felt she couldn't trust and locked them away.Now though, it's not her position that is endangered, no. Even though the King rages and accuses her of infidelity once again, it does nothing to change the fact that she is the Queen of the Mirovian Isles, beloved by her people and her staff alike. Her position in the palace is steadfast, immovable.
No, it is Minho who pays the price now.
His father had struck him in a fit of rage upon his return, and publicly stripped him of his titles. Only First Prince withstanding. ‘Commander of the Royal Guard’ was something Minho had earned after working his way up the military ranks from a mere squire. Years of training, battles fought and won- all down the drain with a little bit of slick. But nothing could change the fact that Minho was the King's firstborn.
The firstborn, and an omega.Minho hasn't seen anyone in his family for months now; he's been locked away in a tower, scorned. The King confined him in the cell on the west wing- typically used for nobles who commit white-collar crimes. There is a bed, a restroom and a blanket, but it does not change the fact that it is a cell.
Though he sees no one, he hears the talk. From the maids, the guards stationed outside his cell; the King is furious . How could his firstborn be an omega? How could Minho be his son? Nevermind that Minho has the King's emerald eyes, his sharp nose and his golden hair, how could he be his son if he is an omega? How could he disgrace the great Lee bloodline in such a way?Naturally, his engagement to Yeji is null and voided. Two omegas of noble birth could never be mated, not even traitors.
She comes to see him once, her voice soft and thick with emotions that can be heard even through the thick wooden door that was not permitted to be opened.
“I am leaving soon,” she says. “Father- my father has written to me. He says it is best I return home to salvage what I can of my reputation.”
Minho nods, even though he knows she cannot see it. “You will be able to recover. As long as you act as if you were deceived, people will forget.”“I am so sorry…” she says after a moment of silence.Minho laughs, wetly, empty, “We always knew this was a possibility, Yeji. We only foolishly hoped I would never present.”“I am still sorry!” she sobs. “If I could, I would have stayed with you till the end.”
“I know,” he answers simply.“...But I cannot.”
Minho closes his eyes, letting his head knock back against the door.

“I know.”

She does leave The Isles, and Minho only hopes that she will get to live a normal life, a fate unlike the one Minho is doomed to.Days pass. There is talk, whispers just barely reaching the door of Minho’s cell, rumours of the King sending him away. That Chaeyeol is searching for the highest bidding eligible bachelor to marry Minho off to like cattle.
It's better than being executed for lese-majeste, Minho supposes.He's still afraid.His future is bleak. He would likely spend the rest of his life in a foreign land, cut off from his family and bound to a life of misery as the broodmare of some knothead noble.Still, being locked away seems to have its own advantages. Minho seemingly avoids the King's wrath simply by being out of his line of sight. No proposals come and no offers for Minho's hand are made.
He experiences his second heat, cold, alone and in agonising pain, this time without the aid of a comforting alphas scent. Without anyone's scent to comfort him.His twenty-fourth birthday passes with little fanfare. He sees his family for the first time. His mother visits him for a while. They cry together, even if they somewhat always knew something like this would happen.
His siblings come to see him as well. Jihan brings him a bouquet of baby's breath, his favourite, and presses a kiss to his cheek before she, Yongbok, Soeun and Jeongin sneak in so they can share his favourite strawberry wine. They talk for a long time about life, their memories, and Minho's future. It is sad and heartwarming all at once.
For months, nothing seems to change. Minho stays in the tower, his siblings sneaking in to visit him behind the King’s back every once in a while.And then, the unthinkable happens.
First Princess Soeun of the Mirovian Isles, finally presents at the age of eighteen, six months after her eldest brother.
As an alpha.

The King is overjoyed. Of course, his favourite child, born of Yang Chanmi, his only concubine and the love of his life, would present as an alpha! Of course, she would follow in his footsteps!
It is only after the festivities have ended that the realisation strikes. Soeun was supposed to present as an omega. She was supposed to marry the King of Levanter and stabilise the rocky alliance between the two kingdoms. Soeun and Christopher have been promised to each other from before the girl had even learned to talk. What now? Sure, their union wasn't impossible; it has simply never been done before. The odds of two alphas conceiving together are low, and the odds of the mother surviving even lower. The King of Levanter needs an heir, several if possible, so an omega is the best option. King Chaeyeol certainly wasn't going to send his favourite daughter to another land to die in childbirth, so what would become of the Levanter-Miroh alliance?The King of Miroh finds his quick solution in Minho.“I suppose you are not as good-for-nothing as I thought.” he hums contemplatively from his throne where Minho has been brought before him.
“Father…” Minho pleads, tears in his eyes. “I can still serve my kingdom here… I am sure the alliance with Levanter can be secured and negotiated in some other way. I beg you, please allow me to remain in the Isles with my knights as captain of the guard.”“Ha!” The King’s laugh is loud and mocking. “An omega, commanding my knights? Ridiculous!”“Father, please!” Minho sobs. He hates to cry in front of others, but he's desperate. “I am your firstborn! It is my birthright! I have trained for it my whole life, I love my kingdom and my people! I was born to serve Miroh!”
“The only thing you were born for, Minho, is laying on your back,” he spits, no longer entertained by Minho’s antics. “I will not hear any more of this nonsense! If you wish to serve your people, you will wed the King of Levanter in your sister's place, and you will give him as many heirs as he demands of you to solidify our alliance. Do I make myself clear?”
Minho bows his head, blinking his tears away. “Yes… Father.”The offer of Minho's hand in Soeun’s stead is sent to Levanter the same day. Minho holds an inkling of hope in his heart that Christopher will reject the proposal. Perhaps, the King prefers female omegas. After all, he managed to reject Minho that night, even when he was assaulted by heat pheromones. Maybe Christopher would rather marry one of Minho's cousins.
But if the King truly were to reject the offer… what would become of Minho then? Exactly seven days later, Levanter’s reply arrives.Minho's hopes are shattered.
The King of Levanter will take Minho’s hand in marriage. They will be wed within a month.
Minho locks himself in his room, the one he had been restored to after the proposal was accepted, and does not emerge for three days straight. He does not eat, he can't sleep. He cries, mourns the life of freedom and joy he was never destined to have. No one comes looking for him; not his mother, his siblings, nor any of his knights. They all know nothing they could say will help him now.
And then, once he has no tears left to cry, he thinks. He no longer has all the pressure of being the supposed next King on his shoulders. All he has to do is be the King’s Consort. Granted, he will need to keep his head on, tend to his duties and support his husband, but certainly his responsibilities will be nothing compared to when he was Captain of the Guard and the potential Crown Prince.
As much as Minho loved his role and his knights, it was taxing- emotionally, physically and mentally. Maybe having something slower paced and less intense will be nice. Perhaps, it won't be so bad. Maybe, this is the best possible outcome given Minho's circumstances.
At least he was betrothed to Christopher and not some random Earl or Marquis that Minho had never met. Minho knew Chris. Begrudgingly, he even had a great deal of respect for Christopher. It would be a stretch to say he liked him, and they weren't friends by any means, but Minho could tolerate that.
Chris was handsome and strong, level-headed; a fine alpha. A fine King. Minho even liked how he smelled, and based on the King's reaction to Minho’s presentation, he liked Minho’s scent too. Surely, it wouldn’t be too difficult to produce a few pups and be done with it.Maybe… Minho could make this work.
He was going to be a good consort, he decided. The best Royal Consort the Kingdom of Levanter has ever seen. One beautiful and cunning, that could charm information out of stubborn lords, and pacify disagreements with his gentle smile and gentler words. He will be kind and just, elegant and graceful, yet firm when needed. He will produce strong, healthy heirs. Minho will do it. He will be the greatest consort Levanter and their King has ever had.He emerges from his room a man determined.
Minho immerses himself in study. He has little less than a month to learn everything he doesn't already know about Levanter and their customs. He will learn how to be the perfect, exemplary Levantian omega. A consort befitting of representing the Isles.
When he isn't studying, he is exercising. His months inside his cell have left him slimmer and frailer than he was comfortable with. He will never get back the muscle he lost but he can make a start. He needs to be healthy, in the best condition possible to eventually carry life.
Before he knows it, the day has arrived. The ceremony will take place in Miroh, and the festivities in Levanter.Minho's gown is white and flowy, trimmed with gold embellishments and ruby beads. His lips and cheeks are dusted with rouge, gold powder over his cheekbones and dusted on the sharp slope of his nose, his eyes are lined in gold.
Minho is pleased with the image in the mirror before him. He looks stunning and powerful. It suits him. He's the perfect picture of a blushing omega bride.
He's caught off guard when he catches someone's gaze in the mirror: Queen Iseul.
“Mother…” he whispers, surprised that she's come to see him, but pleased all the same.She smiles nervously. There’s a watery sheen to her eyes that tells Minho she's been crying. “I know we have not been the closet mother-son pair recently,” she breathes shakily, “but I want you to know that I am sorry.”Minho's brows raise in surprise. “Sorry? Whatever for?”She shrugs. “In a way, this is my fault. I grew your body myself, and you turned out this way, like me. I never wanted this for you, for any of my pups. And I am so sorry that I spun a web of lies and left you in the centre of it to fend for yourself. That I neglected to be there for you when you were alone, when you needed a mother the most.”Minho nods slowly as he processes her words, “Thank you for apologising. I… really did need you, but I understand that it wasn't as simple as coming to see me with the King in your way. And Mother, what you do not need to apologise for is lying, or my omega status. It is not something you chose, and I know you did everything in your power to protect me for as long as you could and I am grateful. I will make the best of being an omega in an alpha’s world, just like you have.”She smiles and shakes her head, “I think you will do much better than I ever did. You have seen all my mistakes and I know you are smart enough to learn from them. You will do well my son, Levanter will be lucky to have such a fine consort.”She steps back to admire him,“You look gorgeous Minnie, my beautiful boy.”He smiles, “Just like you?”Her smile matches his, small and private, genuine, “Exactly like me.”Their moment is interrupted when his siblings burst into the room. The Queen’s face falls, like it always does when she sees Soeun, but she masks it quickly with a kiss to his forehead.
“I shall leave you young ones to it. I wish you the Goddess’ blessing Minho.”His siblings bow timidly as she walks past before they all spring on him
“Minho oppa!” Jihan squeals, “You look so pretty!”He presses a soft kiss to her head. “Thank you Jiahn”Jeongin has tears in his eyes as he walks up to him,“Hyung…” he whimpers and Minho is quick to wrap him up in a hug“Oh Innie, it will be alright.”“No it won't,” Soeun contests, her eyes just as misty as her brother’s, “You are leaving us… we are supposed to be together, the five of us.”Jihan joins them as they cling to him. Yongbok loiters awkwardly as he watches. He's the only one Minho isn't leaving behind, he's also going to Levanter.A very odd choice on the King’s part, to send his unpresented son away to a foreign land. The people of the Isles are baffled. At least, everyone who doesn't know that he isn't the King of Miroh’s biological child.
If Jihan and Jeongin were an attempt to salvage their mateship, Yongbok was Queen Iseul’s revenge on King Chaeyeol for mating with Yang Chanmi behind her back and siring a bastard. The King, humiliated, was forced to keep the Queen’s affair hidden and publicly acknowledged Yongbok as his own.
Now he is all too eager for an opportunity to finally be rid of him. The only reason he hadn't done so sooner was to save face before the Empire.
Minho sighs, “I know, if it were up to me, I would never leave you all. Alas, I cannot defy the will of one king, let alone two. I will be alright, and so will you. You three will have each other and I will have Bokkie…” he makes a face, “and Christopher…”Soeun nods, “Chris will be good to you. He is a good man.” she giggles wetly, “He may be a little old and a little boring, but still good.”“And if he is not,” Jeongin mutters, there is a lilt of a growl to his voice, “You let us know Minho hyung and, I will-”Minho hushes him, a watery smile on his face. “Yes, yes of course I will let you know. You are all grown up now, hmm?” their cheeks flush bright red, “It is alright pups, you take care of each other, and Yongbok and I will look out for one another as well. Besides! You will all come see me in the summers!”The five of them cuddle and scent each other until Minho's attendants usher them out so they can find their seats before they guide Minho to the temple. His blood runs a little cold as he sees his father standing in front of the ornate doors.
The King meets his eyes. Minho doesn't flinch, but it’s a near thing when his father scoffs at his appearance
“I truly do not know how I ever believed you could be an alpha. Look at you!” he sighs long sufferingly, “My firstborn son, a bride.” Once he’s close enough, his father grabs Minho by the chin, forcing him to meet his eyes, something he’s only started doing since he learned Minho was omega.“Listen to me, and listen to me well.” he grumbles, hard eyes locked on Minho’s, “I will only say this once. You will not board that ship and cross that sea only to make a fool of me, understood? I know you want to act like an alpha or beta, but you are not, you never have been. You are an omega and you will act like it. Do not go causing trouble, because if you do anything that makes that little King send you back to me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life. Do I make myself clear?”Minho glares defiantly, he doesn't respond
“That look…” his father mutters in disbelief, “You have some nerve to look at me like that. Have you not learned your place yet? Has six months in isolation done nothing?”Lightning quick, he strikes Minho across the cheek. The omega bites his lip to contain his whimper. He refuses to show weakness now.Typical, Minho thinks, he even dared to hit him on his wedding day.
“I asked you a question, omega.” he spits the word out like poisonMinho keeps his gaze down, silently
“Answer me.” Chaeyeol commands
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Minho whispers
The King stares at him a moment longer before nodding once and stepping back. He pets Minho's cheek condescendingly, the one still hot from the impact, before pulling the veil over his face and offering his arm. Minho takes it reluctantly.“Let us get this over with.” Chaeyeol grumbles
The moment the doors swing open, the music begins; a melody Minho would usually appreciate, the siren-like vocalising of the choir blending with the harp, the lute and the fiddle. Traditional Mirovian music for a traditional Mirovian wedding. It should bring fond memories to mind, of relatives and friends getting married, parties and events where Minho danced and laughed. Today, it feels like the melody to a tragedy; a score playing
before the main character befalls their doom.
And who is the main character in a wedding, if not the bride?The King of Levanter is kneeling at the altar, his back to Minho. His suit is navy blue and silver. Even from what little Minho can see, he looks handsome; a perfect groom for a perfect bride.
Perhaps they could even fool their guests into thinking so. Though everyone knows that Lee Minho, the liar, the traitor , was the second choice, a last resort.
As Minho glides down the aisle, he takes the time to appreciate the beauty of this moment. Getting married wasn't something Minho fantasised about often. Perhaps if he really did never present, he would have married Yeji. But even that seemed something too far-fetched for him. When he did think of it though, it was something like this. In the Mirovian temple to the Goddess, overlooking the ocean, his friends and family in the audience. If only the person waiting for him was someone he loved and not his new owner for all intents and purposes.When he finally reaches the altar, he takes his place kneeling at the bench beside Christopher. Minho catches his gaze briefly, he's nervous. His ears flush red as he takes in Minho's appearance, like he's never seen Minho in a gown before. He supposes it’s different now that Chris knows he’s going to take Minho home and fuck him.The rest of the ceremony is a blur. He knows he says his vows, repeating them from memory alone, but that's it. He’s too preoccupied with the thought that he doesn't want to do this.
He doesn't want to marry Chris and leave his home and his family and his knights. And then he’s trying to stop his tears from falling when he realises all that he is losing. Minho is grateful his attendants applied neutralising oils to his scent glands because he knows his scent would be acrid as he begins to spiral.He briefly registers the officiant pronouncing them husbands before the veil is being lifted from his face. Twin hushed gasps leave Christopher and the officiant’s mouth. Not because Minho is ever so stunning, but at the sight of the smarting bruise on his cheek from where his father struck him.
Christopher opens his mouth to speak, but Minho silences him with a hardened glare that urges him to get on with it.
The King swallows uncomfortably, he can’t find it within himself to care, Minho has been uncomfortable all day , before gently holding Minho’s face in his palms and pressing a brief, closed mouth kiss to Minho's lips.
Minho feels nothing.
He’s not sure why he anticipated anything different.
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The procession through the bumpy streets of Miroh leaves Minho feeling hollow.
Mirovians are cheering, laughing, singing and dancing. They play the tambourine and throw rice grains and flower petals in front of his carriage. Despite everything that has happened, his people are happy for him. They still love him as much as he loves them, Their First Prince Minho, who must leave them to be The King of Levanter’s broodmare.
Still, he forces a smile. This is Minho's Goddess-given burden to bear, his people don't deserve to be weighed down with his sorrows.
Saying goodbye to his family is hard, but not as difficult as he anticipated. Perhaps the months of isolation prepared him for this. Minho doesn't feel much.
Aside from Yongbok, none of his family will be attending the reception in Levanter. Jihan and Jeongin are deemed “too young” to travel on their own, and the King has claimed that he and the Queen have their hands full preparing Soeun for her new role as Crown Princess.
Perhaps, they will visit in the summer.
So he leaves them all, boarding a boat that will take him away from almost everything he has ever known and loved. Watching them grow smaller and smaller in the distance as he sails away, till all he can see around him is the open water of the Clé sea.
Levanter’s technology is much more advanced than anything to be found in the Isles, so instead of the regular three day journey a Mirovian ship would take, Levanter’s royal steamboat will have them arrive in a few hours, just in time for Minho’s coronation and the celebratory banquet in their honour.
“Prince Minho.” Christopher calls to him
Minho does not take his eyes off the water, he does not know when he will see it again, “Yes, Your Majesty?”“Follow me.”
Mino releases a soft sigh before following silently as Chris leads him below deck. The alpha opens the door to a cabin.The omega freezes. Does Christopher… wish to consummate their marriage already? His heart rate picks up, but before he can panic too much, Chris speaks up
“This is your cabin. It has been a long day, so you may rest. You can stay here for the remainder of the trip if you so wish. I can send someone to fetch you once we dock.”
Minho nods, feeling genuinely grateful for the offer of reprieve, “Thank you, Your Majesty.”The alpha pauses, lingering by the door. Minho quirks an eyebrow“Minho…” he mumbles
“Christopher.” Minho answersThe alpha gulps nervously, “I think we should… talk. We have yet to do so since our engagement and I think it is important… to figure out where we both stand. What we are thinking, how we are feeling… and I must admit I am also quite alarmed by the bruise-”“Your Majesty.” Minho cuts him off, sighing tiredly, “You are right, it has been a long day and we still have much ahead of us. I should rest before the coronation.”“Ah…” Chan mumbles disappointedly, “I see, perhaps we can talk another time then.” he nods shortly, “Rest well, Prince Minho.” and then he is quietly shutting the door behind himself as he leaves, dejected.Minho also feels a little dejected, but he does take the alpha’s advice. ‘You may rest’ so Minho lies down and cries himself to sleep, mourning once more the life and choice he was never granted.
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The boat is already docked when Yongbok rouses Minho from sleep. The younger prince says nothing as he cleans the kohl and glitter streaked tear tracks that stain his brother's face. Minho is grateful.
They are escorted off the boat and into a cabriolet bearing the Levanter royal insignia.
It's snowing, the icy January wind nipping at Minho's exposed shoulders. He’s freezing, dressed for the year round Mirovian heat. Nevertheless, he endures, refuses to complain or show weakness lest Levanter eat him alive.

Travelling through the streets of Levanter is reminiscent of their procession through Miroh mere hours before. The people sing and dance and throw petals in the street; They love their King and want to celebrate his marriage.
Christopher smiles politely and waves, so Minho does the same.Coronations in Levanter are affairs of little rigamarole in comparison to those in Miroh. Especially ones accompanied by a marriage into the reigning family.Chris and Minho stand on a balcony overseeing a large courtyard, teeming with Levantians, all of them waiting to witness Minho’s induction to the royal family.“Citizens of Levanter!” Christopher speaks, his voice is loud and clear, setting a hush over the crowd and they all listen attentively to their King, “This morning, I took First Prince Lee Minho of the Mirovian Isles as my bride. I bring him before you to unite him with the Royal Family of Levanter, with my people as a witness.”He then turns to Minho, taking a simple silver circlet embedded with sapphires, and places it on Minho’s head without any fuss. Minho can't help but notice how the crown clashes with all the gold he's wearing, the gold he's always worn. He doesn't belong here. “I now present to you, Omega Consort Minho of Levanter. May the Goddess bless him to guide and serve you faithfully by my side.” Omega consort. Minho thinks bitterly as the crowd erupts into cheers. He wonders again why he would have expected anything different. Why would he be crowned Royal Consort or Prince Consort? Why wouldn't Christopher strip Minho the traitor , and Minho the liar of his family name and not give him a new one.
It is cruel, crueller than Minho knew Chris could be, but what use does Minho have for a Royal title, a family name now? He's an omega consort, Christopher’s property, not his family.
He was foolish to think even for a second that he had escaped his father’s wrath. No, Minho just has to serve the punishment for his crimes in Levanter under King Christopher’s thumb.They linger for a few minutes on the balcony, waving and smiling at Chris’ subjects before they are ushered back into the castle and to the dining hall for the banquet.
Minho is seated next to Christopher at the head of the table. He likes that at least. It makes him feel like Chris’ equal, even though he isn't because Christopher is a King and Minho is an omega consort. Still, it is very unlike Miroh where omegas dine at the lower end of the table where they can’t bother alphas or betas with their needless prattling and idle chatter.He’s disrupted from his bitter brooding when Christopher asks him a question
“Is there something not to your liking, darling?”Minho freezes in the middle of lifting his fork to his mouth, turning to Chris with a blank eyed stare, “What did you call me?”The alpha blinks then turns a brilliant red as he sputters, “My apologies, Minho.” He corrects, “I should not have been so presumptuous. I merely wish to know why you seem so upset. Is there anything I can change to suit your preference?”Minho blinks slowly, in a way he knows makes people feel uneasy, “Who am I?”Chan flinches, “Pardon me?”“I said, Your Majesty, who am I?”“You are Lee Minho, First-” the alpha clears his throat, “Omega Consort Minho of Levanter, my husband.”
“And why would you address me like that? We are not lovers. Do you suddenly think me a different person? That I'll preen and melt at any pretty pet name all because I leak slick?”Chris blushes, “Minho, we are in public. I implore you to mind your language.” he pleads, tone hushed, “I am terribly sorry I made you uncomfortable, it was not my intention. I will not let it happen again.”Minho rolls his eyes, “Of what importance is my comfort to you, your Majesty?”Chris furrows his brows, what a stupid question, he thinks. What sort of groom does not want their bride to feel safe and comfortable?
“We are spouses now, we will be mates. I would like to do anything within my power to ensure my omega is comfortable.”The omega scoffs, “What does it matter if I am comfortable or uncomfortable? You will fuck and heir into me either way.”Christopher’s expression betrays his surprise for a moment, before it shifts to disappointment, “I see.” he mumbles, “You know, I had hoped it would not be like this. I know this was arranged and the last thing either of us had planned. I do not expect us to spontaneously have romantic feelings for one another. Yet I think we can get along, as a team. I have always respected you, as a person, as a future leader. Do you not respect me in the same manner? Why must you behave like this?”“Respect-” Minho laughs humorlessly. Isn’t that rich coming from the man who made him Omega Consort?
“I am beneath you, Your Majesty. I have never had any choice but to respect you.”
“Then Minho please, I am merely asking that we try to be amicable. I am sure neither one of us wants to be miserable for the rest of our lives. We will have pups together, surely you want them to grow up in a home with parents who are at least friends?”
“Friends?” Minho stares wide-eyed, “I am afraid you ask too much of me, your Majesty. You would do well to remember I had no say in this. You accepted my father’s offer, you chose this. I will bear your pups and act as your consort, but if you respect me as you say you do then I beg you, your Majesty, do not ask me for more than I am already forced to give.”Chris huffs, clearly frustrated, “Do you think I wanted this? That I really had a choice? The alliance was on the line! What did you expect me to do? Say no? These are the cards we have been dealt Minho, we must make the best of it.”“Do not speak to me of coping with dealt cards.” Minho hisses, “What do you know of it? The perfect alpha and perfect king. No matter how difficult it is to marry me, to breed me, no matter how much you did not want this-”“Minho that is not what I meant-”“-you could not have possibly wanted it less than I.”The both stare at each other, Christopher in shock and Minho in contempt“You wanted to talk, your Majesty? I hope this satisfies your curiosity on where I stand. I will fulfil my duty to this union. You called for a housekeeper and a breeding bitch and you will receive one. Nothing more and nothing less.”Chris pinches his forehead and sighs through his nose, “Very well, Minho. Whatever you want.”Minho excuses himself before Christopher can spew any more stupid things. He needed to leave earlier anyway, so he could be prepared for his first night with the King.

Omega Consort.
This is Minho's life now.
The preparation is an uncomfortable experience. The attendants, all omegas he has never met before, undress him and wash him from head to toe, even his most intimate areas. Then, they stand there and watch as they instruct him to open himself up.
It is humiliating, to say the least.
Once finished, he is dressed in nothing but a navy satin robe and escorted through the servants tunnels to the King’s chambers.“Now,” The leading attendant, Hyeri, starts, “when his Majesty enters you will present for him. You will let him decide whether you keep your robe on or not. All you need to do is-”“Lay down, and take it?” he mutters,Her face lights up, Minho feels his stomach churn at the genuine glee in her face, “Yes! You catch on fast, my Lord!”

He nods and tries to smile before they leave the room. Minho sits on a bed in an empty room to wait for his alpha to decide the festivities are over, and return to his chambers to fuck his bride.He's nervous, why is he so nervous?
It's not as if he wants to impress Chris. It's natural, it's just sex.
It is just sex, and sex is something Minho has never done before. Something he never really thought he would have to do, he would ever be able to do. Except maybe, someday with Yeji. Because anyone else who slept with him would look between his legs and know he's an omega and that couldn't happen. Now, it has to happen.
Levanter law does not acknowledge the union of non-mated pairs. For their alliance contract to be viable, Christopher and Minho must be mated. And to mate, they must consummate.
At least, Minho thinks optimistically, they will not have to consummate before the court of officials as they would have been required to in Miroh.
Small mercies.Sitting alone on his husband’s bed in silence is when the reality of his actions set in on him.
What was he thinking? Talking to Christopher like that? Letting his true feelings show?
Don’t cause trouble. Have the King’s pups.
That was all he had to do! But of course Minho and his innate need to be contrary, goaded the King into an argument and they had barely been married for a few hours.
He buries his face in his hands. How could he be so stupid?
Amidst Minho's wallowing, Chrisopher walks into the bedchamber. Minho notices that the King still has on his garments from the ceremony. He supposes you don’t need to wash up just to fuck an omega consort. That's all Minho is really here for, isn't it?
Chan lifts an eyebrow as Minho does nothing but stare blankly. The alpha is obviously still irritated from their argument, “Did the attendants not teach you how to present?”“Oh…” the omega mumbles, “sorry- I” he begins to move but is halted by a hand on his shoulder
The King eyes him wearily, “Are you… alright?"
Minho swallows nervously as he wracks his brain for an appropriate response,
Submit, his omega prompts, so Minho bows his head.
Challenging Christopher will do him no good. He needs to be softer, sweeter, more pliant, less rough around the edges so he can earn the King’s favour and protection.

This isn't Miroh, he can't protect himself. He needs Christopher. "I am… sorry, Your Majesty." he mumblesMinho can't see his face but the King's silence makes him nervous. Is this… is it not enough?
He slips off the bed and onto his knees, ignoring the shocked gasp Chris lets out
"I am sorry I spoke to you that way, your Majesty. Please, forgive me."
He only dares to look up when he feels a touch on his shoulder.
"Minho…" Chris starts, "Minho, fuck- stand up please." he looks desperate and Minho wordlessly complies, keeping his eyes on the ground
There is a hand on his face, guiding him up to meet his gaze, "You do not need to apologise. I should not have been so forward. This is a lot for you and you had little time, and even less of a choice to adapt. Your feelings are understandable, alright? I am sorry I lost my temper with you."
Minho nods shakily, tentatively holding onto the hand on his face, "Alright."
They stay together for a moment, quietly looking into each other's eyes, neither one sure exactly what the other is looking for.
"We must…" Minho looks towards the bed, "Yes?"
Chris nods, a blush on his cheeks that can bee seen even in the dark."Yes. Yes I-" he pauses, "You… know what is to happen, yes? How consummation takes place?”Minho startles a nervous laugh, “Yes, your Majesty. I am aware of how sexual intercourse works. You forget that not only was I educated as an alpha, but Mirovian education is much less conservative than Levanter’s. Even for omegas.”“Then you need not be so nervous,” Chris states evenly, as if it's that easy, “Neither of us are too eager for this, but at the end of the day I am your husband. I will not hurt you. I will do my best to make it good for you, okay?”Minho nods jerkily, he hates how he frantically latches on to whatever crumbs of comfort Chris deigns to offer him.
The alpha nods, “Good. You can lay on your back for me now, it will be easier for you like that.”Minho is relieved he's not asked to remove the robe, that he can keep this small scrap of dignity.He turns around and crawls up the mattress before laying on his back, spreading his legs and arching his spine in the way he was taught alpha’s find the most appealing.
He jolts and shivers a little when Chris’ cold hand brushes over the plush skin of his thighs. Minho thinks he may be sick.
“You know we don't have to do this, right?” Chris asks
Minho shakes his head, “We must consummate the marriage.”“We do not need to.” The King reassures, “Not till you are able to pup. That will not be for a long few months. Your presentation is still so fresh.”Minho shakes his head again, looking Chris in the eyes so he understands “Levanter law does not acknowledge the union of non-mated pairs, for the sake of the alliance we must mate. And to mate we must consummate, yes?"The King sighs. Minho wonders if this feels like a burden to him. If fucking Minho is such a trying and arduous task.
Minho forces himself to remain still as Christopher pushes the satin up above his stomach, and spreads his legs further to appraise his cunt.“You are not wet.” He mumbles, almost as if he hadn't meant to say it. Like it was just a passing observation and not pointing out that Minho can't seem to do the one thing an omega is supposed to be good for.
Minho says nothing, because what does one say to that? Chris hums, petting over the skin of the inside Minho's thigh in what he assumes is supposed to be a soothing manner, “Worry not, you will produce slick when you are comfortable and relaxed. I will get you there. Till then, we shall simply use oil.”Minho does not respond, but he does try to relax himself as much as possible as Chris pets his oil slicked fingers around his folds before inserting one into his hole.
The omega is surprised when Chris leans down and kisses over the omega’s chest where his robe has slipped open.
"Y-your Majesty?", his breath hitches when Chris’ tongue flicks over one of his nipples
"Hmm?" the alpha hums, not ceasing his ministration
"Is this… necessary?"
The alpha pulls back to look Minho in the eyes, "You are not aroused, Minho." he states evenly, "I will not fuck you if you produce no slick. Do you know how much that can hurt?"
Minho furrows his brows, "Does that matter?"
Christopher rears back as if he had been struck, "Of course it matters, Minho. Your comfort matters. I do not want to cause you pain. This is your first time, yes?"
Minho nods
"I am quite… sizable, even without a knot. I could hurt you if I do not prepare you properly. It is a misconception that an omega must bleed on their wedding night and I will do my best to avoid that."
Minho sighs but nods, "You know best, Alpha." After all, there is no stigma in Levanter about alpha’s seeking omegas out in their rut. Not even kings. Christopher has surely bedded his fair share of omegas since his presentation.
"Is all the kissing… necessary?"
The alpha tilts his head, "Do you not like it?"
Minho flushes even redder, "I did not say that… it is just very… intimate."
The alpha huffs a laugh, jolting his whole body, suddenly reminding Minho he has a finger stuffed up his cunt
"I would hope so, Minho. We are husbands and this is our wedding night. I am about to take your virginity. I will claim you. There is nothing wrong with a little intimacy. Unless of course, you do not like it?"
Minho squirms under the attention, "Well…"
The alpha smiles, "You can be honest with me and tell me what feels good, and what does not, okay? I will not be offended and I will not make fun of you. There is no shame in our bed."
Minho nods slowly, "You can… keep touching me. I don't mind the kisses, they are… nice."
Chris smiles, Minho averts his eyes for the sake of his own sanity. The alpha leans over him, pauses,
"May I kiss you?"
Minho stares up at him, wide eyed
"...Yes." he breathes
The alpha presses a quick kiss to his lips, it is leagues sweeter than the one at the altar. More personal, more real. Minho likes it.
He shivers when the alphas finger begins to move,
"Tell me what feels good for you." the alpha prompts, "How do you usually pleasure yourself?"
Minho flushes red, but tries to answer dutifully, "I… my… I usually touch my…"
Chris smiles encouragingly, sweetly, like he hasn't stuffed two of his thick fingers inside of him, "Your cock?" Minho nods, "Do you want me to touch your cock?"
"Yes, please."
Christopher presses another kiss to his lips "Alright."
Chris’ hand is larger than Minho’s by far, it dwarfs his cock. The omega all but melts into the sheets when the alpha starts to stroke him in time with his fingers. Eventually, he relaxes enough that Chris is able to slip in a third finger, breathy little sighs slipping from Minho's lips.
When Chris’ fingers crook inside of him and find a spot that has his body spasming, he moans loud and unbidden, his hand flying up to cover his mouth
Chris pulls the hand away from his mouth, before wrapping right back around Minho’s cock. His mouth covers Minho's own, swallowing all the pretty little sounds the omega makes when he moves his fingers in sync, targeting that spot that has his thighs trembling.The alpha’s tongue finds its way inside Minho's pliant mouth, and he weakly moves his lips to meet Chris’ own and follow his lead.
He feels so good . His back is arching, he can smell his own slick in the air he's so wet and so, so-"Close-" he whimpers, "Close! If you don't stop, I’ll cum." he warns
Chris pays it no mind, darting down to lick over Minho's chest, sucking bruises into his skin
"It’s alright, you can cum." he murmurs into the skin of Minho’s neck, "Trust me, yes? You’ll take my cock so well after I've made you fall apart on my fingers.”
Minho moans, nodding his head aggressively, hands coming up to grip onto his husbands broad shoulders
"I’m-" he whimpers, back arching as far it goes, his hips bucking up into Chris’ hands
Minho cums with a sharp cry when the alpha fits his teeth over his scent gland, where a mating bite would go. Where his mating bite will go.
He trembles in the alpha’s grasp, who coos and comforts him as he presses gentle kisses all over his neck.
Minho hadn't even noticed that Chris had slipped a fourth finger in till the alpha slips them out one by one. He bites back the urge to whimper at the loss.
"You think you’re ready for my cock?", Chris asks,Minho nods, panting, "Yes, alpha…” he feels a little dazed and sensitive from his orgasm but he knows he is loose and pliant and wet.
The alpha hums, adjusting Minho's limp body as he sees fit and propping a pillow under his hips before he lines himself up with Minho's hole, then pauses
“Are you sure-” “Christopher-” Minho hisses
“Chan," he stresses, “you are my husband, so you may call me Chan.”"Well please, Chan,” Minho urges, “just fuck me.”
So Chan does.
The girth of his cock stretches Minho out, the sting is not nearly as painful as he had anticipated but it still shocks Minho. Chan had been right to prepare him so well, he can only imagine how much more the intrusion would sting and burn if he hadn't.
He whimpers, tightening up which only serves to make it hurt worse.
“Relax, Minho.” Chan coos, and Minho finds himself obeying the words without much thought, a surprised gasp leaving his lips as Chan sinks in down to the hilt,
He wails, Chan presses kisses to his neck and chest, hushing him and he holds him close before fitting his lips over Minho’s
This time, Minho holds onto Chan, nails digging into the alpha’s shoulders and back, legs wrapping around his hips as he returns the kiss desperately, scrambling for a distraction from how full he is and how overwhelmed it makes him feel.Chan pulls back and pets over Minho's hip soothingly, “You can take your time and get used to it. I will only move when you are ready."Minho nods, unable to respond with words, mind focused on the way Chan's warm and thick cock plugs him up perfectly. He feels full, and he's amazed the alpha can stay still when Minho can feel the way his pussy flutters, clenching and unclenching around the intrusion unbridled.
He lets the alpha kiss him more, play with his nipples, his cock till the omega is boneless and relaxes on the sheets and the initial burn has subsided.“You can- you can move.” he mumbles into Chan’s neck
“Alright,” Chan mumbles before his hands grasp at Minho's hips and then he pulls out a little just to shallowly thrust back in. It has Minho fighting back a gasp. Chan repeats the motion again, and again till Minho is biting down on his lip to keep his sounds down.
“Open your mouth,” the alpha croons, using a rumbly tone omegas are sensitive to, “I like your pretty little sounds, I want to know how good I'm making you feel.”Minho whimpers at the sultry tone of Chan's voice. He thinks it a ridiculous request, likely something Chan wants to stroke his ego, but once one sound escapes his plush, parted lips, he’s powerless to stop the rest as they flow freely from his mouth with each of Chan’s quickening thrusts, the alpha lapping over his scent gland and sucking more marks into his chest.The pace Chan sets isn't particularly fast, but it is consistent. Each thrust powerful enough to shunt Minho up the mattress.
And then- then Chan angles his hips just so and Minho squeals, a sound high pitched and broken.Chan grins wolfishly, Minho can't see it with the way his eyes are screwed shut but he can hear it in the alpha’s voice as he coos, “Is that it, pretty? Is that your sweet spot?” he targets it again, keeping his paceMinho can't think, but the answer to Chan's question is evident in the sweet, lilting ‘ah- ah- ah’s’ escaping his mouth. His cunt throbs and his thighs are now sticky and dripping with a mixture of oil and his own slick that seems to leak more and more the longer Chan fucks him.It’s not too long before he feels the extra stretch to his skin, a knot. Minho gasps, pure omegan instinct has his legs dropping off Chan’s arms so he can plant his feet on the mattress fuck himself down onto Chan’s cock, desperate for his knot.“Please-” he slurs, “Please knot me, I want it-”“Fucking-” Chan hisses, hand sliding over the sweaty skin of Minho’s tummy under his robe before digging into his hipbone as leverage to fuck him even harder, his knot stretching Minho a little wider each time it meets his entrance.
Minho can't help but arch into the contact, eager for all the touch he can get. The omega’s gaze is hooded as he glances up at the alpha, meeting his intense stare.When Chan grabs him firmly by the hips and yanks him down till the knot is locked inside of him, Minho screams so loud he is certain the whole castle heard it.
“Bite me!" he whines, "Claim me, alpha please, please-" Chan is powerless to the request as he darts down to sink his teeth into where Minho’s scent gland is swollen in anticipation of his claim.The omega shivers, eyes rolled back as he comes, Chan groans as he feels him clench and spasm around his cock.
The alpha trembles at the sensation of their bond settling into place. There is no turning back now, Minho and Chan are mates.
They bask in the afterglow for a few seconds before Chan eases them so that he can lie on his back, Minho cradled to his chest. He moves his lips to kiss over his fresh claim, “Are you alright? Was that good?”
Minho nods slowly as he catches his breath, petting over his mating bite, “Was good, m’ good.”Chan rumbles a pleased purr in response, burying his face in Minho’s neckMinho lets his body relax, answering the alpha’s purr as he sags into Chan’s embrace, his mate’s embrace, he thinks dopily. His head is still fuzzy from the rush of endorphins and oxytocin that comes with being claimed. The omega within him is deeply satisfied.
They fall asleep like that, tied together and warm in each other’s arms.
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Minho is stirred awake by the warmth of a sunbeam caressing his face.He sits up, and stretches his arms above his head, quickly making him realise that his lower back and hips are sore. It feels satisfying, like the way he used to feel when his muscles ached after a particularly good training session- a pleasant pain.Minho is alone in the bed, the sheets beside him cold, meaning that Chan has long left the bed. It leaves Minho feeling disgruntled. Is this not their honeymoon? What could Chan possibly be doing other than being by Minho's side?The thought startles him. Why does Minho even care?He brushes his fingers over the imprint of teeth, now permanent, over his neck. Ah , that's why. Chan is his mate. Of course Minho wants him nearby, of course Minho cares.He reaches over the edge of the bed to ring the servant’s bell, two maids quickly run in and bow quickly, “Good morning, my Lord.”
Minho bobs his head in greeting as he steps out of bed, stumbling only a little on his feet, “Good morning, ladies. I would like some assistance getting ready for the day, please.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
The omega is ushered into the bath where he is thoroughly cleaned from… the previous night’s activities, and then left to soak in bath oils. Once out of the bath and dry, his mating mark is tended to first, a salve placed over it to ensure it heals properly. Then, a soothing balm is applied to the bruises on his hips and thighs from where Chan had gripped him.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Minho gets first look at the bite. It is located at the base of his neck and will be visible in most clothes he wears. It’s a little unsightly at the moment, all red and soggy-looking as Chan never gave the claim the chance to scab over and dry out with the way he kept suckling and licking over it through the night. Nonetheless, it's a nice shape; the crescents of Chan’s teeth form a pretty circle on Minho's skin. He can tell it will be even prettier once it heals as Chan was careful with the placement and depth of the bite.
Minho is pleased with it.Clad in undergarments, he exits the washroom and finds a few outfits set out for him.
Ah… they are all Levantian styles; all high necks and fluffy collars and long sleeves- omega appropriate. Minho forgot about this.
He realises then, that when he imagined being Quee- Consort , of Levanter, he pictured himself wearing clothes like his mother, or even his step mother- Mirovian silk, flowy gowns and robes- not stuffy Levantian clothing.
He turns to a maid, “Would it be possible for me to wear one of the gowns I brought with me from the Isles?”The maid next to him, Hyeri, he recalls, snorts a laugh.He quirks a brow “Have I said something that amuses you?”“Apologies, my Lord,” she says, not sounding sorry in the slightest, “It is simply that the fulfilment of such a request would be inappropriate.”His brows furrow, “In what way?”She smirks, “Well, Levantian omegas are not nearly as provocative as you Mirovains are.”Minho flinches in surprise, is she?- “Besides, I've overseen many an omega bedded by his Majesty, and not one of them was dressed like a harlot. It would be in your best interest to dress how we do here.”Minho gapes, stunned silent
“I recommend this Milord.” The other maid says, holding up a black outfit with silver embroidery and saffire accessories, “His Majesty's favourite colour is black! He should likely enjoy seeing you in it!”Minho scoffs, picking out a white silk shirt with mint coloured embroidery and turquoise gemstone accessories.
“I will wear this.” He says simply. Minho tries to keep in mind to heed his sharp tongue. Falling out with a maid on his first day will do him no good.Both maids share a look that Minho does not deign to decipher.
Once dressed, he's sat at his vanity where they start to dry and style his hair,
“You should consider curling your hair. The omegas his Majesty takes for his ruts typically have curly hair. Your hair is wavy at best, but not nearly curly enough. We can start setting some rag curls for you before bed!” The second maid chimes as she fixes a braid
“I think you should cut it,” Hyeri huffs, “I've never seen his Majesty request a male omega with long hair before, it seems not to be his preference.” Minho's eye twitches
“Or dye it! Most omegas here have darker hair! You'll stick out like a sore thumb with your golden locks Milord!”“My hair will remain in its current natural state, thank you.” Minho states evenly
They share that look again, but wordlessly move on to doing his makeup; light and simple for daily activity.

The second maid hums, “At least your eyes are pretty, his majesty has always liked omegas with green eyes.” Her eyes light up, “Would you like us to implement some honey-lemon milk into your skincare routine?”He turns his head to her, “Whatever for?”“Your skin is very tan.” she says bluntly“Must be from all the sun in the Isles and your limited covering of skin. If Mirovian omegas had the decency to cover up, they wouldn't be so tan.” Hyeri snarks“Yes, so something to… brighten your skin would be good! I've only ever seen his Majesty take omegas with lily-white skin to bed.”Minho flinches, he must keep calm . Causing problems will get him nowhere but sent back to Miroh. And he somehow feels like slapping an ‘innocent’ maid will constitute as problematic.Still, Minho's eye twitches, “This may surprise you, but I have very little interest in who his Majesty has bedded in the past.”Hyeri scoffs, “You should be grateful I'm telling you this. Your one job is to produce an heir! If you can't figure out a way to do that, of what use are you-”She is silenced when the hot impact of Minho's hand on her skin

Oops.

He only has so much patience. He’s not a saint.“Get out.” he snaps
Hyeri snarls, “You aren't anyone. You’re a washed up royal, stripped of his stature. You're lucky his Majesty took you in out of pity, and yet you want to treat Levantian omegas like this?”“Get. Out.”
Minho growls, before they finally scurry away. He fixes the rest of his appearance himself.
So this is how it's going to be…
Even the maids?
As he walks into the dining room, he is surprised to find Chan there pouring over some documents. The alpha’s glasses are perched over his nose, a table full of breakfast foods before him.
“Your Majesty,” Minho bows, and Chan looks up at his voice, a small and nervous smile gracing the King's lips
“Ah, good morning Minho. Come sit with me for breakfast, I did not want to start without you.”Minho furrows his brows but takes a seat opposite Chan, “You waited for me?”“Yes, I did.”Minho tilts his head in confusion, “The bed was cold… You have been awake for so long and not eaten?”“Of course.” Chan smiles, cheeks dimpling, it makes Minho’s heart clench, “It would be rude not to wait for my spouse. Now! I had the kitchen prepare some rice for you, that is a breakfast staple in Miroh, yes?”Minho nods slowly, “Yes, rice is eaten with almost every meal.”“Good. I am not sure what else you like eating so you will have to let the staff know going forward what you prefer. Anything you want will be prepared for you.”“Anything?”Chan chuckles, “You are the King's husband, there is very little you cannot have in my castle, Minho.”“...Thank you.”They eat in silence for a while, the only sounds being the clacking of their cutlery till Chan begins to fidget.
Minho ignores it for as long as he can, but the repetitive tap-tap-tap of Chan’s boot proves to be too much to handle.“Is something the matter, your Majesty?" Minho asksChan jumps, ceasing his fidgeting, “Well, I suppose I am excited to show you around our quarters. Then perhaps I can introduce you to your entourage?”Minho nods, setting down his cutlery, feeling strangely endeared, "Very well, Chan. Show me around."Chan is all smiles and barely contained excitement as he helps familiarise Minho with his new home. The omega is guided through a drawing room, a dining room separate to the morning room they had breakfast in, a lounge, a parlour, a water closet, a sunroom that leads out to a balcony, a library, and two office spaces, one belonging to Chan and one that will be Minho’s. The rooms are uniformly decorated with deep blue wallpaper, cream crown mouldings and silver embellishments.
It’s certainly pretty, Minho thinks, but not how he would have chosen to decorate his own home.
“And finally,” Chan smiles, “this is your private bedchamber.”Minho stiffens, “...Mine?”“Yes, it is right over there.” Chan says, pointing to a set of ornate double doors, opposite but identical to the ones Minho had come through when exiting the bedchamber he woke up in.
“Are we… not to share a room?” Minho asks
Chan looks as perplexed as Minho feels, “No… we are not.”“We are mated.” Minho deadpans, and he feels Chan's eyes drop to his neck, focused on where the alpha's claim is though it can't be seen through the frilly high neck collar of Minho's blouse“Yes, we are.”“So why would we have separate rooms?” Minho feels his panic mounting. To separate an omega from their alpha is cruel.
“Is this a punishment?" he asks frantically, "Have I done something wrong?!”
“Minho-”“I'm sorry I was so rude last night! I was so stressed and overwhelmed by- Alpha, I’m sorry-”“Woah!” Chan grasps his shoulders, making Minho look him in the eyes, “Minho, it is not a punishment!” he reassures“Then why-”“It is custom. Levantian couples, especially arranged ones, typically do not bed share unless they are trying to conceive an heir. And we would only be doing that during mating cycles.”Minho blinks rapidly. This was something he was unable to glean in his studies of Levanter. In fact, he was unable to learn most of the information around Levantian mateships, as it seemed to be considered too taboo to even write about. Minho knows nothing about this. “So am I… allowed to stay with you? Would it be a bad thing?”Chan scoffs, “It would not be a bad thing, no, but I do not know why you would want to-”“Do you expect me to remain by myself in my room till you need to pup me?” Minho interrupts, “I am a mated omega. How can you even suggest doing that to me? I shall need your scent just to be able to sleep for the next few months at least.”“Well-”“You said I could have anything I want, yes?” Minho tries. It's a risk, he knows he’s pushing it, but it's one he needs to take for his own sanity.
“I… did say that.” The King mumblesMinho nods, “Then we will share a bed.” he quirks a brow, “Unless this is something I cannot be given?”Chan chuckles, seeming truly baffled by Minho’s behaviour, “I suppose not. Very well Minho.”Minho is silent for a moment. He realises how easily Chan could punish him, hurt him, if he saw fit. It would do him no good to be on Chan’s bad side. In fact he needs Chan’s favour to have any sort of power in this castle.
He clears his throat, "I truly meant it when I said I was sorry."
Chan sighs, "Minho-"
"-The way I spoke to you last night- it was not fair of me to take my frustrations out on you, when you've been nothing but kind to me since I've arrived, and I am sorry for that. You were right. Even if we never truly become lovers, we will have children together and the least we can do is be friends for their sake and ours."
Chan smiles, "I accept your apology even if it is unnecessary. As I already told you last night, this… is a lot for both of us and your feelings are understandable. But, I am glad we have managed to agree, so thank you."
Minho nods and smiles, satisfied with his performance, before he turns to face his husband fully.“Shall we meet my personal attendants now?”“Ah! Yes, of course!”
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Chan’s private office is quainter than Minho expected, and much messier than the main office Minho had been in numerous times before. He feels like he’s seeing bits and pieces of who Chan is beyond the crown, but he quickly dismisses the silly thought.
The attendant Chan had sent off returns, ushering in two people. One a woman, Hyeri, the second a man Minho has never met before.They both bow to Chan silently.
"This is Han Jisung,” the alpha introduces, “he will be your personal guard."Minho blinks, surprised, “He is an omega.” he states
Chan nods, “Yes, the very best we have to offer. I assumed since he would be with you essentially all of the time, an omega would be most comfortable. Is this an issue?"Minho's eyes are a little misty, “No, not at all your Majesty. I am sure he will work with me well.”“Excellent! And this is Hyeri, she will be your personal maid.”Minho squints at the woman before him. Just the night before, she told him to present, spread his legs, lay back and take it. Only this morning, she told him he should bleach his skin and change his hair and all together not act like a harlot.He contemplates whether or not it is worth it to speak up. ‘Anything you want’ , his alpha had said, but did he truly mean it? This could be a good way to test if Chan is an alpha to give in to his omega’s every whim. If Minho can truly have anything.
The omega meets Hyeri’s gaze, she looks nervous.

Good.

Minho turns to his husband, squaring his shoulders and meeting his gaze“I want a different maid.”Chan looks surprised, “I- oh, is that so? Is there A particular reason? Someone else you had in mind?”“Seo Changbin.” Minho blurts, not having thought this far ahead, “I remember his excellent service from my last visit. I would like him to be my personal maid.”Chan laughs, “Well, if that is what you wish, then so you shall have it.” he turns to Hyeri, “You are dismissed, you may go fetch Changbin and then return to your regular duties.”She bows and then silently leaves, shooting a glare Minho’s way over Chan’s shoulder. Minho smirks then turns to Chan, a more genuine smile gracing his lips.
“Thank you, your Majesty.”Chan waves his hand dismissively, “It was a simple request, do not be afraid to ask me for such things in the future.”Minho bites his lip, “Must I always… ask you first?”“Pardon?”“I… would like to know the extent of my authority. What are my duties? What is expected of me on a day to day basis?”Chan nods in understanding, “Ah, yes. The castle is your domain. You have full control over the staff, and any event we may host in the future. You will meet with the Prince Consort Dowager for the official handover of duties. But you needn't worry yourself with that just yet, we are still very much in our honeymoon period. You will meet your lady in waiting and receive your tutoring in about two weeks time.”Minho hums, pleased with the response, “I asked because it seemed that some of the staff are not… certain of my status. I only want to ensure I am not stepping outside the bounds of my authority.”Chan rears back, “The bounds of your authority? You are my husband and mate. What is there to be uncertain about? Excluding myself, within these walls your authority has no bounds Minho.”“I see.” Minho, “Some of my maids this morning seemed very… comfortable and bold in their conversation with me. Rude even.”Chan pauses, seemingly stunned silent. “I will have this addressed.”Minho smiles, he can work with this, “Thank you, your Majesty.”“It is just Chan to you, Minho. You are my mate.”“Thank you, Chan.”
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The two weeks of Minho's honeymoon pass smoothly, if not dully. It is certainly not how he imagined a honeymoon to be. For one, there is no sex; Chan has not touched him outside of a cursory scenting in the mornings and before they go to sleep. Minho isn't sure if it's because Chan’s never around or because he doesn't want him.
He can't say either option truly bothers him.Chan is busy. They dine together in the mornings, and for dinner but other than that Chan is out and about tending to his duties. A King never rests, he supposes. Not even on his own honeymoon.
Additionally, Chan had managed to convince Minho to keep all his personal items in the bedroom Chan had given him
“I will not force you to sleep there,” he had said, powering through the irritated look on Minho's face which he was slowly becoming weak to, “But I do think you should keep it. We are mates, but I think it's important for you to have your own space, somewhere that no one can go without your explicit permission, even me. You are entitled to your privacy.”Minho had begrudgingly agreed, and he does admit it is nice to have his own private, quiet space, where he can lounge and read and make a nest of his own clothes that still smell of the Mirovan sea and sun.
He meets Changbin again, who seems thrilled to have been requested by name. Minho likes him, he is good and kind and respectful, and is amused by Minho’s dry little quips. And, most importantly he is a wealth of knowledge on Levantian culture. Minho learns everything he needs to know that he wasn't able to glean from the dated books in the Mirovian royal library from Changbin himself. All the recent happenings and unspoken rules and taboos. Changbin is a fantastic asset.Minho spends time with Yongbok, whenever the pup is free. And when his brother is busy with his knights training, Minho takes to exploring the palace in a way he hasn't done since he was a child. He runs into many a noble and lord, met with sneers and contempt. As if Minho had betrayed them personally. He pays it no mind even if he really- really wants to. It will do him no good to upset any nobility more than he already does by simply existing.
Though Chan seems exceptionally willing to bend to Minho’s whims, he should not push his luck. His fathers words ring in his head, “Don't cause any trouble.” And while Levanter is shaping up to be hellish in its own right- Minho can’t go back to Miroh, back to that cell or even worse- his death. No, Minho will keep his head down and his smiles polite and inoffensive. He won't give Chan or his court anything else to use against him.No one truly says anything to Minho anyway. They glare and look down their noses at him, but no one seems to have the nerve to actually say whatever it is they are obviously thinking to him. Even the staff! So Chan must have said something even if he never told Minho exactly what.
He is left almost entirely undisturbed, until one morning. The last morning of his honeymoon. He wakes to a cold bed, which is understandable, Minho had stayed up late the night before reading in his nest and only roused some time in the early afternoon.
No one is supposed to be in the lounge between his and Chan’s bedchambers, this is the royal wing after all, Chan’s and by proxy, Minho’s personal space. Minho doesn't even bother to dress properly, only shrugging on a satiny sleep robe after washing his face and heading out in search of food. He doesn't have any plans of leaving the chambers today. It is his last day of rest before his duties commence, and he intends to spend it doing absolutely nothing.He is quite surprised to find a man, who is too tall, too old and too unattractive to be his husband, in his dining room.“Good afternoon… my Lord?” he says, altogether confused by why and how this man was permitted into the King's chambers. Based on his attire, he is a noble, but even nobles are not allowed here.
The man seems surprised to see Minho, despite the fact that Minho is not the one sat in a strangers house.
Changbin appears at his side, ready to help, “My Lord, this is Lord Kang, the minister of trade.”“I see,” He tilts his head, “How may I help you, your excellency? Are you looking for his Majesty?”The man still appears stunned, “You- you just came from his Majesty's bedchamber.”Minho furrows his brows, very confused by what is happening
“Yes, I did.”Minister Kang gapes, “You- you share a room with his Majesty?”Minho quirks a brow, “Yes.”He looks positively affronted, “But you are neither of you are in your cycle!”Minho's eye twitches, ”I am aware, your excellency.”, he only wanted to eat, now he must deal with this foolishness?“How indecent!” he shrieks, “Do you wish to tarnish his Majesty's reputation with scandal!?”“Scandal?” Minho scoffs, he knows Levanter is… conservative… but based on what Changbin has told him, bed sharing with your spouse, though not typical, would hardly constitute a scandal, even for a King. Minister Kang must be very, very old fashioned. Still, Minho fails to see why that should be made his problem.
“What exactly is scandalous about a married couple sharing a bedroom, your excellency?”“It is indecent! Improper!”Minho folds his arms over his chest, truly out of patience “And what indecent and improper thing could I possibly do with my husband? There is nothing wrong with wanting to be close to my mate.”Lord Kang shakes his head, “I knew a Mirovian omega would be… promiscuous, but I could never imagine his Majesty would wed one so insatiable and lewd.” he spitsMinho rears back as if he had been struck, “I beg your pardon?”“You will seduce his Majesty into ruin!” He sneers“What right do you have to speak to me like this?”The Lord scoffs, “You are an omega consort and I am a Minister of state. It is you who should watch your tongue. Your impertinence will do you no good.”“What I am,” Minho snarls, “is an omega consort who is mated and married to your King. Not to mention, I am of royal blood.”
“Royal blood that you betrayed- deceived!”
“Ah,” Minho hums, “so that is what this is about.”Minho takes an intimidating step forward, “Betrayal or no, his Majesty agreed to wed me, and has done so. I will give birth to the next ruler. The firstborn of Levanter will be mine. You cannot possibly think it in your best interest to disrespect me?”
“Is that a threat?” Kang spitsMinho laughs, “Would you like me to make it one? Do you wish to see if I can truly seduce his Majesty into ruin? There is no need for you to like me, but I caution you not to cross me if you like your position as it is.” He grins menacingly. “I may not have power over matters of state, but my power over the King is unrivalled. Remember that.”Lord Kang’s eyes widen, “You cannot-”“Oh, but I can.” The omega smirks, “It is true that Levanter has no Queen, but until his Majesty decides to take one, know that I am the closest thing you will get.”“Actually,” a new voice sounds, “that would be me.”Startled, Minho turns around to face Chan's father. He stands straight, his head is held high; the perfect picture of a poised, royal Levantian omega. Minho can’t help but feel he comes up short clad in nothing but his night robe“Your Highness, Prince Consort Dowager Hajun,” Minho bows, “a pleasure to see you.”“Yes.” he says shortly, “I was looking for you, I believe it is time we get acquainted.”Minho furrows his brows, “Your Highness, we have been acquainted for many years.”“No.” Hajun refutes, ”I knew pup Minho, and I knew Prince Minho- but you are neither of those things anymore, are you? You are my son-in-law, Omega Consort Minho now, yes?”Minho’s shoulder hunch inwards, trying to make himself appear as small as possible, feeling properly chastised, “Yes, your Highness.”Prince Hajun hums, then turns to the minister, “What is your purpose for being here?”
“Ah-” Kang flounders, seemingly flustered at being addressed directly, “I am looking for his Majesty, your Highness.”Hajun blinks, unimpressed, “Whatever made you think that was a good enough excuse to enter my son’s chambers and accost his mate?”“I-”
Hajun waves a hand, “He will be hearing about this. Now go, you are dismissed.”“Yes, your Highness.” Kang rushes, bowing quickly before scurrying away like a coward“Now, you.” The younger omega feels a shiver go down his spine when the Prince Consort Dowager sets his icy gaze on him
Minho flushes red, “Your Highness?” This is the most nervous he’s felt since he arrived in Levanter.“Come here, and let me look at you.” He orders, tone barring no room for disagreement
Minho obeys, even though it is the last thing he wants to do, stepping forward till he stands before the older omega.
Hajun grabs at his face, not particularly gentle, tilting him this way and that, assessing him. It feels uncomfortably reminiscent of how Minho’s own father had appraised him just before his wedding.
It makes Minho feel a little sick.“Well,” Prince Hajun hums, “you certainly are a handsome creature.”Minho averts his eyes, “Thank you, your Highness.”“You will look at me when I speak to you.”Minho meets his gaze as demurely as he can manage with his mounting irritation, “My apologies, your Highness.”The dowager hums in acknowledgement, before continuing, “My son has bedded you, yes? I know I raised him to be decent enough not to demand such a thing, but you have fulfilled your duty, have you not?”Minho flushes brilliant red, “I have your Highness.”The older omega nods, “Good. You understand your situation here.”Minho squares his shoulders, “I do.”The dowager says nothing before petting his hands over Minho's body, making him jolt a little in surprise.“You have childbearing hips,” the older omega praises, “and you are sturdy built. You look the part of someone who will bear the firstborn of Levanter.”Minho tries his hardest to take it as a complement “Thank you, your Highness,”
“These scars?” the dowager asks as he pushes aside the hem of Minho’s robe.“Battle wounds,” he pauses, “and… punishments.”He says nothing in response to that and steps back after feeling over Minho's torso and arms, “You are strong.”Minho nods, “I was raised to be a warrior, your Highness.”He hums, seeming unimpressed, “Have you yet to see the physician?”“No, your Highness.”The dowager scoffs, “You will do so imminently. Being battle strong means nothing if you cannot give my son strong pups.”Before Minho can stop himself, “Perhaps that is something you should have considered before the offer of my hand was accepted,” Minho sighs, “Your Highness.”Hajun glares, “I am not your enemy Minho. I have been exactly where you are.”Minho scoffs, “With all due respect your Highness, you were the 5th son of your family and had been engaged to your betrothed your entire life. You were born in Levanter, you were crowned Prince Consort. Your situation was nothing like mine.”“That does not change that what is expected of us is the same…” Hajun sighs, “You saw for yourself how Minister Kang cowered before me, yes?”Minho nods, “He did.”“I did not always have that power, even with the title of Prince Consort. No one aside from my mate respected me in this castle till I had my Chan. Being the mother of Levanter’s Firstborn is the only way to establish yourself Minho.”
He looks Minho in the eyes, “You were born to rule, were you not?”“I was…” Minho whispers “I am.”“That is still a possibility for you Minho. I believe that you are capable, that you will serve my son and this kingdom well. You just have to provide an heir first. Do you understand?”Minho bows his head, “Yes, your Highness.”“Good.” The dowager hums as he finally steps away from Minho, “You will go to the physician now, your maid will guide you. Then I will see you tomorrow to ensure that you are competent enough to take over my duties as Master of the Castle.” He nods once, “I will see myself out.”Minho bows politely as he leaves, “Till tomorrow, your Highness.”He collapses onto the settee once the doors are closed, burying his face in his hands, taking a moment to compose himself.“Changbin,” He calls“Yes, my Lord?”
“Find me an appropriate outfit for the day, I care not for the style or colour, and draw me a bath. We will go see the physician.”“Yes, my Lord.", Changbin bows before disappearing into the King's bedchamber.
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The physician, Miss Ahn, is an older, beta woman with a kind look in her eyes. Something about her, perhaps the cat that lounges in her windowsill, has Minho relaxing in her presence. The examination is quick and she announces everything she does before she does it, a mercy Minho greatly appreciates.
“Well my Lord,” she clasps her hands together as she takes a seat at the desk in front of him, “everything looks good. Do you have any questions?""Ah, yes actually.” he shifts in his seat, “After my presentation, I… lost a lot of my muscle mass. But recently I have noticed that I retain a little more fat than I am used to. Is that a cause for concern? Something to monitor?"Miss Ahn bobs her head once, "Well that is to be expected in tandem with your presentation. It has always been a little more difficult for you to gain muscle than your peers in the cavalry, correct?""Yes, I worked very hard to attain my physique.""That is because you have always been an omega, presented or not. Now that your system is regulating the production of omegan hormones, it will be even harder than before for you to build and retain muscle.""I see." Minho hums"With regards to weight retention, I cannot speak to your experience after your presentation in Miroh, but you are being fed regularly and well within the castle here? And are currently experiencing limited stress?”“Yes, that is true. I eat what is prepared for me… generally some variation of starch, meat and vegetables.” Minho answers“Then I would wager you are maintaining a healthy weight. Your body just distributes fat a little differently now as a presented omega.” she smiles, “Are you exercising regularly?""Certainly not as intensely as before, but I take walks and keep limber whenever I can.""Well then, I would say you have nothing to worry about. Your body will continue to change as you fully develop as an omega, but so far I have seen nothing unusual or unhealthy. Are you interested in regaining your previous physique? I may be able to come up with a dietary plan and an exercise regime that may assist you?"Minho shakes his head, "No, no. The changes are... different surely. But as long as I am healthy and naturally progressing as an omega, I have no issue. I no longer have need for a battle-ready body. Once I will be able to healthily carry the firstborn of Levanter, I am more than satisfied." he answers honestly. He takes pride in his body’s functionality, appearance has never been of much importance to him.The physician smiles, "Well, you are doing well in that department! You are in good health, so I am sure that in your next cycle his Majesty and yourself will be able to conceive. Your last heat was in September, yes?”Minho nods, “That is correct.”She hums, “That is a little early considering you presented in June. But, if your cycle has regulated, you should be due about two months from now in March.” She eyes him seriously, “Do not fret if it is late. I will be monitoring your health and will inform you if there is any cause for concern, but irregular cycles in late bloomers are normal. However, from what I see, there is nothing to indicate your pregnancy would not be healthy if it takes, so do not worry.”
Minho smiles gently, if not a little forced, “Thank you, Miss Ahn.”“Well,” she clasps her hands together, “if you have no further questions, I believe that concludes our assessment!” her eyes turn weary for a moment, “His Highness the Prince Consort Dowager has requested the results of my examination, but I will not give them to him unless that is something you allow.”“Oh!” Minho gasps, shocked by the consideration, “Yes, thank you. I have no issue with you sharing your findings to Prince Hajun.”“Very well, my Lord.” she nods, “I hope you have a good evening,”
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Minho walks back to his chambers in silence, he can tell Changbin is a little uncomfortable by his pensiveness. In the past few weeks, they have made a routine of at least light conversation between the two of them, but Minho has too much on his mind.
He's still reeling from the conflicting feelings the confrontation with the prince consort dowager left him to deal with and the results of his exam.
So, it catches Minho off guard when he is knocked aside by a group of ladies walking in the opposite direction.
From Minho's perspective, it is very obvious that they walked into him. He was walking near to the wall in the very spacious hallway, there was no reason for him to be touched.
He blinks at the offending lady. Pale skin, freckles, red hair, and she merely blinks back. Her eyes are green and sharp, her gaze expectant.
Ah, Minho thinks
She wants him to apologise, even though she and her little gaggle of friends are clearly in the wrong. Don’t cause problems , he reminds himself, keep the peace
So he steps back, and bows his head slightly, “My apologies, it appears I was lost in thought, forgive me.”The lady snickers, “It is alright,” though the sneer on her face indicated that she clearly did not mean it, “no one expects a Mirovian omega to have any real decorum.”She turns to her friends, who all giggle as they walk away.
Minho is left frozen, too stunned to speak.
Once they are out of earshot, and the shock has worn off he turns to Changbin

“Who in the Goddess’ name was that?”Changbin shifts uncomfortably on his feet, “That was Lady Aura of the Mae family,” he looks away from Minho's eyes, “She was the spare of sorts, if the alliance with Miroh ever fell through… I believe she still has designs of being Queen of Levanter.”Minho scoffs, “So that is jealousy? It is my husband she is after?” he shakes his head, starting towards his chambers, thoroughly irritated, “If he wants her, she can very well have him! It is not as if I have a say. Once I have my pup, what do I care?!”
He spends the rest of the walk grumbling, something far too akin to jealousy swirling in the pit of his stomach. It's merely his instincts , he thinks to himself, he's only this agitated because his omega is possessive of his new mate. It's not Minho himself that is truly annoyed, of course not!
The omega finally makes it back to his chambers, and Chan is there, sat at the dining table, their meal waiting for them as he waits for Minho.
The King stands once he sees him, nearly startling the omega as he stomps over
“Minho,” Chan breathes, a hand coming up to grace Minho's cheek, “Are you alright? I heard about what happened earlier today.”Minho blinks stunned, “Yes, Chan thank you. I am alright.”The King's eyes turn stern, “That never should have happened. I have spoken with Minister Kang rather harshly, so you can expect a formal apology. I am genuinely sorry. This is your space as much as it is mine and you should be able to dwell here in peace, I have no idea what possessed him to-” the alpha sighs, “You have had a tiring day. Come, sit. Let us eat dinner.”Minho nods and then he is ushered towards the table, where Chan pulls out his seat for him, his heart feels strangely warmed by the gesture

“Thank you.”
Chan smiles disarmingly, any traces of his irritation gone, “Of course,” he grins sitting across from Minho, “I heard you went to the physician, I trust you are in good health?”“I am.” Minho states as he starts to fill his plate, “I am quite healthy, I should be ready to pup during my next heat. As long as I keep eating well and exercise regularly”Chan's ears turn red, Minho is endeared by the sight, “That is good to hear.”Minho quirks a brow, trying not to dwell on how his mood has lifted in Chan’s presence, “Eager to breed me, are we your Majesty?” he teases“Minho-” Chan whines, dropping his cutlery as his whole face turns red
The omega only giggles as he tucks into his dinner
Minho can do this, he thinks; have Chan’s pup, have a life with Chan.Minho… will make this work.

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Eighteen Years Ago
The kitten preens under Minho’s attention, his stubby, six-year-old fingers petting through the fluffy hair. The cat is a pristine white, and fluffier than any of the cats Minho has seen back home. It must need to bundle up in a warm coat to face the Levanter cold, just like Minho does! It’s cute and different, Minho loves it.
“Do you like cats, your Highness?”Despite being startled, Minho turns around slowly so as not to disturb the kitten. He’s surprised to find Prince Christopher peeking over his shoulder. Minho bows his head politely, but doesn’t get up to properly greet the other boy. Minho has priorities, and those priorities are petting the fluffy kitty.
Still, he beams at the older pup, “I love cats, your Highness!”
Christopher grins, coming closer, slowly, so he doesn’t spook the kitten. Minho appreciates the consideration.
“Do you have any cats at home?” Chan asks quietly as he stoops down next to Minho
“I do! I have two! Not like this kitty though, Soonie and Doongie are grown up, and they aren't as fluffy because it’s too hot back home. I’ve never seen a cat like this!” He turns to look at the older prince, “Is this your cat?”Chan shakes his head, “Snowy belongs to my cousin, I don't have a cat! I have a dog though. Her name is Berry and she isn't going to grow big like the scary guard dogs, my Mama promised. She's going to stay tiny! So she can follow me everywhere and sleep in my bed!”Minho nods sagely, “You look like a puppy, so that makes sense.”“How?” Chan tilts his head, ‘just like a puppy’ Minho thinks.“You have big brown eyes, and they are kinda droopy like a puppy! And your hair is brown and curly, like auntie Chanmi’s poodle.”Chan pouts, “Well you look like a cat!”Minho grins, “I know! I think I might secretly be a cat. My friend Yeji says I'm really good with them, better than anyone! And that maybe I can speak to them and that's why they like me. I must be part cat right?”Chan gapes, like his mind is blown, “Yeah! You're all quiet like a cat too and your eyes are green like Snowy’s!” he leans in closer, “Do you think you can teach me to be like a cat?”Minho giggles, “I can teach you how to pet one if you want? It's not like a puppy,”Chan nods eagerly, “Please?”“They don't like you to touch their tummies or tails, but you can let her sniff you and then try stroking her back,” Minho demonstrated, “Like this, see?”Chan is awed and tries for himself. He's a little clumsy at first, clearly used to petting Berry and ruffling her fur with firm hands. He quickly figures out cats don't really like that and he gets the hang of it, leaving Snowy to purr under their attention.
They stay out in the courtyard, on the cusp of a Levantian winter, giggling, playing with Snowy and discussing the logistics of them really being part cat until their noses are red and they are both sneezing every two words.
That's how their parents find them, after having turned the whole castle upside down in search of the princes. The two newfound friends smile and giggle as they wave goodbye, even as they are ushered towards warmth in the arms of their mothers.

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Present
When Minho's honeymoon finally comes to an end, the first thing he does is meet with the Prince Consort Dowager Hajun, and the head of staff Madam Sunmi. He is asked a plethora of questions, some of them sensible; hypothetical emergencies, how he would manage social events, his knowledge of finance, etcetera.
The vast majority of questions, though, Minho finds rather silly. Obviously he knows basic social etiquette. A traitor he may be but he was still raised a prince for Goddess’ sake. Not to mention, he highly doubts knowing which spoon to use for dessert is really a crucial identifier for if he is capable of running a castle.Despite his distaste for silly questions, he's met with approving looks when it's all over.

He passed.

Hajun nods, Madam Sunmi offers a pleased smile from his side, “You are indeed capable of succeeding me as Master of the Castle. Well done, Minho.”The omega can’t help but blush at the praise.
Chan only showers him with even more praises when he finds out; the alpha’s scent sweet with happiness and spicy with pride.“You are the master of the castle now, Minho.” He says seriously after a bout of ridiculous cooing, “This is your domain, you will have control.”From there, life in Levanter is seemingly smooth sailing.
Minho has a title now; "Master of the Castle” . It’s hardly a noble title, but Minho must start somewhere. Until he mothers the firstborn of Levanter, he will make the most of it.
Before his duties commence, he meets the final member of his entourage; Lady Shin Ryujin, one of Chan's fraternal cousins, now Minho’s lady in waiting. Together with Ser Han and Changbin, Minho thinks they make a fine team.With their help, he settles into his duties as the Omega Consort, beautifully. Or, so he’s been told. The vast majority of the little free time Minho has, he spends with his tutors learning how to manage his kingdom and his castle in a different way to the one he had been taught all through his childhood; as a Consort, not a King.In the absence of a Queen, a consort must manage the Crown’s finances; requests or purchases in the name of the castle must be reviewed by him. This means he also has to become very, very familiar with all of the departments within the castle. Be it the cleaning department, the stables, the kitchens, the tailors- Minho must understand what they do, what they need and how much money is a reasonable amount for each department to spend. The responsibility of ensuring that The Royal family does not go bankrupt is now on his shoulders.
Additionally, now that he is the castle's master, every single, little decision to be made in the castle must be approved by Minho. New drapes in any one of the two hundred and fifty-seven rooms within the Levanter castle? It must be run by Minho. What design should the new order of cutlery have? Ask Minho. The maid uniforms need updating, should they be made of cotton or wool? Let’s see what Minho thinks!It is exhausting! To think Minho assumed it would be easier than being Captain of the Guard! Minho would take training and corralling unruly knights over the migraine-inducing tasks he has been delegated as Omega Consort any day.
He can only imagine how stressful his life will become once the social season in Levanter begins in the upcoming summer, when he will have to plan and organise balls, galas, banquets, festivals and fundraisers.
Until Chan finds a Queen, this will be Minho's life. At least then, Minho would only have to worry about child rearing and birth.
Thankfully though, he is not alone. In addition to his entourage, he has Madam Sunmi, as well as Prince Hajun to support and guide him while he adapts.“You are doing an excellent job, Minho.” The younger omega looks up at Hajun in shock as he speaks, his eyes wet from frustrated tears. “I know it is a lot, but you are already doing leagues better than I had, and you are barely two months in.”“Really?” Minho asks wetly.Hajun smiles, it seems jarring from how harshly and coldly the older omega has handled him before, “Truly. And that speaks to your character. I had been prepared for my marriage and this position for years. You were thrown into this in a mere matter of months and you have adapted so well. You are doing your best Minho, and it is enough.”Minho nods jerkily and accepts the touch to his cheek that he is offered, taking comfort in the older omega’s warm, buttery scent, “Thank you, your Highness. That means so much to me.”The more practice Minho has, the easier it becomes. Solutions come quicker, decisions are made with less deliberation and the financial affairs of the palace stay looking the way they should.Through all of this, there is only one issue that truly haunts him
Even the maids...
Minho sits in his private study thinking, a pile of documents on his desk awaiting his attention.
A month into his position as Castle Master, Minho had long realised there was little he could do about disrespect from nobles and ministers, but the maids? The castle staff? Disrespecting him? Though it is not as outright as in his first weeks, it is still glaringly present. The sneers and glares, hushed jabs muttered under the breaths of staff as they pass him in the corridor.
Part of Minho's job was to manage the castle. How in Goddess’ name is he meant to do that if even the maids treat him like a common whore? Like being Master of the Castle means nothing to them?If Minho let this go on, he would never have any real power. Everyone knows that servants are the essential cogs in the machine that make a castle work, a kingdom work.Minho needed to assert himself.He needed to be firm, but not unkind. They needed to understand and respect his position, but he did not want to make an enemy out of the people he was set to work with for the unforeseeable future, the rest of Minho's life perhaps; if Chan never took another bride.He turns to Changbin. It is just them and Ryujin, the young beta seated at her own desk pouring over the last document before she retires to her own chambers for the day, Han is stationed outside the doors as always."Changbin?" he asks
"Yes, my Lord?" comes the prompt reply
"Who really managed the castle staff affairs before I came into the palace?"Changbin shifts from one foot to the other, "Well… on paper, his Highness the Prince Consort Dowager was Castle Master, but after his Majesty King Christopher was born, Madam Sunmi had been acting as head of castle staff and Master of the Castle."“As I thought.” Minho mutters, most of the training Minho had received from Prince Hajun and Madam Sunmi had little to do with the staff themselves, and more with large scale management of the castle. He furrows his brows, "Is it… custom for the Castle Master to
divert authority over staff matters to a subordinate?""Yes my Lord.” He nods, “Nobles rarely wish to get involved with staff directly. It is seen as menial work."Minho hums pensively, "That will not work for me. I need to get my foot in the castle."Changbin laughs uncomfortably, "My Lord, you are the King's mate and Master of the Castle… what on earth could you mean?"Minho smiles, "You respect me, Changbin, because I have shown you kindness. However, as I am sure you have heard, the rest of the staff do not share that sentiment. The other nobles and ministers are much the same. As far as they are concerned, I am the Omega Consort, here to do little more than bare the King's pups and warm his bed. Unfortunately, they are not exactly wrong." he sighs, "If I do not establish a real position for myself… I do not know what will become of me after I have served my intended purpose."Changbin nods slowly, "I see, My Lord. If you would like, I can schedule another meeting with Madam Sunmi." His words sounded more like a question than a statement.Minho nods, "That would be nice, yes. I would also like to have a staff meeting where I can address everyone and set up some new structures."Changbin tilts his head, "Structures?"Minho nods, "Yes. For example, what is the procedure when you encounter an issue with your work?""I… report to my most immediate superior."Minho nods, "And what if your issue is with your superior? Is there any system to report such instances?"Changbin scoffs, shooting a quick glance to Ryujin who is mumbling to herself as she writes furiously, clearly not tuned in to their conversation., "Do I have permission to speak candidly, my Lord?”Minho nods, "You do."The younger omegas tone is low, like he’s sharing a secret, "If an altercation occurs between a subordinate and a superior, it is heavily advised to keep your head down if you wish to continue working for pay. Be it a head maid or a noble, they do not take lightly to any words spoken against them."Minho hums, “I will implement a Mirovian trial structure then."Changbin blinks, "Trial?""Yes, this castle is to become my domain, yes? That is what his Majesty has said?""His Majesty has said, so it is." Changbin agrees dutifully"Then it is like my kingdom. And you; the members of staff are like my subjects. I am responsible for you and any issues you may face. Similarly to how the king holds open trials to hear cases from his people, I will hold a similar trial once a month to hear the plights of castle staff. This way I can become aware of what goes on in the castle, adequately meet your needs, and settle disputes."Minho continues, "Not to mention, you serve the royal family dutifully. You should have rewards, like additional vacation days, extra monetary compensation; something worthwhile to work towards. There is not such a thing, correct?"Changbin eyes him sceptically, “That… is correct, yes. Time off is hard to come by when you work in the castle.”
“Then I shall work out such a system.” Minho says resolutely.He then pauses, looking at Changbin who simply looks baffled by him, “What do you think?”
“Me?” The younger omega points to himself in disbelief, “What I think?”“Yes. You work in this castle, these proposed changes would directly affect you. I want to know what you think of them and if they will be effective. How will they be received?”Changbin tilts his head, studying Minho, "Do you… is your end goal to curry favour with the staff?"Minho shrugs, “I would hardly call it currying favour, just rewarding good work. I am a foreigner, I need them to trust me and understand that I am willing to serve them as much as they serve me. I believe that implementing these systems is the best way to do that.”“Very well, my Lord.” Changbin nods, “Then I believe they will be sceptical of your intentions at first. They won't trust you or your judgement. But, so long as you stick to your principles and honour your word… I believe you will have a positive impact on the work environment in the castle.”
Minho smiles, “And will you help me? Give me guidance and lend me your knowledge?”Changbin returns the smile, “It would be an honour, My Lord.”
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The implementation of Minho's new system is swift, though the reception takes time. After presenting his ideas to Madam Sunmi he moves forward with his trial system. The first hearing day is mostly uneventful. Like Changbin said, they don't trust him. They are weary of what will happen if they say something they typically aren't supposed to. It takes some coaxing from Changbin but eventually, one maid, Yerim, tells Minho that their pay system is unjust.
“It makes no sense!” She complains, “Prices have been rising in the Kingdom for years! This is known! I know it is truly beyond His Majesty's control as this is a result of mismanagement from the Emperor, but we are King Christopher’s people! I've heard that steel trading and exports outside of the empire are doing well! Levanter is making profits and prospering! So why should the people suffer? It is us who work in those iron mines, who produce that same steel, yet the wages have not been raised in nearly ten years! I can't afford to feed my whole family!”
At the end of her rant she sneers at Minho, “Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that how this is supposed to work? What will you do now? We all know you have no real power and that this position of yours is a farce! Once you have the heir, you won't look twice at staff issues.”Minho bites his tongue, the urge to snap nearly unbearable, “I implore you to remember that even if you think my title to mean nothing, I still hold it as your superior. Watch your tone when you speak to me.” his tone is polite but his eyes are cold
“Now, as the manager of the castle's finances I am actually the ideal person to voice this opinion to. I will do some research on the cost of living and recalculate what the general wages should be. Thank you Yerim, for voicing your concerns.”
She looks weary, but nods and goes on her way.
That is the first change Minho implements. He does his own research based on the financial record in the palace on how the prices of essential goods in Levanter have changed over the past 10 years.
Yerim is right, the change is quite drastic. The royal family has little control over the price of food, as it is imported from the Imperial reserves, Levanter is too cold to grow most crops. Locally grown produce is just as expensive because maintaining the greenhouses required is also pricey.
Wages though, Minho can control.Once he has Changbin go collect some information on the current cost of rent, childcare and food, Minho gets to calculating. He finds that the hourly wage of a general staff member is about 10% less than what it should be. And with the profits The castle itself is making with their steel exports, iron and sapphire mining, it would barely make a dent in their budget even with the hundreds of staff members.
So, with Chan’s approval, Minho raises the wages by 15%.
That is the first taste of change.From then on, the trials are full.
There are some petty squabbles immediately resolved by moving staff from one department to another, some cases of misconduct that results in one or two head maids being sent home, and there are few requests and complaints that even Minho can’t help with, but all in all it is a success.
The staff understands that Minho will hear them and he has the power and will to help. They listen to him easier now, polite little bows and smiles as he sees them in the hallways. Minho is more than pleased.
He still complains about it though; all the work he has to do. He gripes to Changbin and Jisung and Ryujin, even on occasion to Chan when the two of them are settling down for bed after long, tiring days, who in turn gripes back about the irritating ministers in the council meetings Minho has yet to be invited to.
And to Yongbok, who seemingly has little to complain about now that he is free from the control of his stepfather. He takes to his new knightship well, and he's busy, but he still makes time to seek Minho out in his study.
“All of this work,” Minho sighs, “and I am not even Prince Consort.”Yongbok tilts his head, innocent and childlike, “What difference would it have made?”It's in moments like this that Minho remembers how young Yongbok is. He may have grown as tall as Minho and his features may have sharpened and defined with the loss of his baby fat, but Yongbok is still a boy. Barely seventeen, and had been banned from pursuing a formal royal education while in Miroh.“Well,” Minho starts slowly, there really is no nice way to put this, “ideally… I should have been married to become a Queen, or a Prince Consort. At the very least, a Royal Consort. I am an omega of royal birth, a King’s firstborn.”
Yongbok nods, so Minho continues
“‘Omega Consort’ is typically a title for someone of much more… humble origins. It is almost an insult for me to be coronated with such a title. But alas, I am the traitor of my bloodline and the second choice for a bargain between the two kingdoms. Father gave me to the King of Levanter in order to stabilise the relationship, and to ensure that Mirovian blood will be on Levanter’s throne when my children are born. By contract, Chan's first born must be mine.” Minho sighs heavily,
“After that though, he can do as he pleases. He could even take on a Queen. As an Omega Consort, a male Omega Consort at that, I am not here for much other than to have Chan's pups and look after his castle till he finds someone he would prefer to do the job.”Yongbok stares, eyes wide and owlish
“I am sorry.” Minho winces, regretting letting his mouth run, “That was a little much to dump on you, no?”The pup shakes his head frantically, “No, no! I asked you… it's just that… King Chan seems so smitten with you. Do you really think he would marry someone else?”Minho shrugs, “I cannot say, Bokkie. I like to hope he would not do so, that he respects me more than that, but I have to prepare myself for the worst. He could meet someone and I would have no say in the matter, it would not be my place.”“But… you’re his husband. His mate.” “Yes, I am.” Minho nods, “But I am his Omega Consort first. Once heirs are assured, a King is free to mate and marry whomever he chooses. He has chosen me, but that is not to say he will never choose anyone else.”Yongbok furrows his brows, “Have you talked to him about this?”“No.” Minho shakes his head, “I could never be so presumptuous to bother him with such a silly thing. Besides, if he says something that I do not want to hear… I doubt I will truly be able to handle it. He can go be with whoever he wants, mate as many people as he wishes with no repercussions, but he is all I have. Chan is all I am ever allowed to have.”Despite this, it is true that since their first night as husbands, when Minho forgot himself and lost his temper with Chan, his relationship with Chan has surprisingly been very… nice. Chan hasn't touched him aside from holding him in bed when they go to sleep, and scenting Minho lightly in the mornings before they set about their days. Minho isn't exactly disappointed by the reprieve. His first time having sex and being knotted was pleasurable, but it was still an overwhelming experience, and he is grateful for the time to warm up to repeating the ordeal.Still, even without the objective of bedding him, Chan carves time out of his daily schedule to spend time with Minho. Be it tea, or a turn about the garden- freezing cold as it is, and since he found out about Minho's affinity for dance he's cleared out the ballroom for them to waltz together. Chan has even played the piano himself on occasion just to watch Minho twirl around the room.It truly is nice. Despite himself, Minho likes the attention, the affection, that Chan makes an effort to spend time with him, to get to know him. He wonders if this is what it would have felt like to be courted.Still, Minho tries to guard himself against Chan. It is all too easy for the alpha to break his heart, so he strives not to read too much into it, not to fall for him, to get too comfortable. He has to remember that all of this, Chan’s kindness and attention, could be taken away from him so easily.But it's hard. Minho may seem cold and unfeeling, but he isn't. He knows he isn’t the most… overtly affectionate person, but he still has a heart and he can still be hurt. Every gently spoken word, every silent action and it makes him soft towards the alpha. His wolf is of no help. Maybe it's because Minho is a relatively new omega, maybe it’s because they are a freshly mated pair, but Minho’s omega preens at any modicum of affection Chan offers. And Chan offers quite a bit.And that is so, so dangerous for the omega’s heart.
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ѧѦѧIt’s on one of their usual little walks that something shifts.
They chat as usual; about their days and the people they've worked with, and progress they've made on any projects. Turning down paths in the palace garden that Minho has now become rather familiar with.
He has his hand in the crook of Chan's arm. Minho is
bundled up from head to toe, still unable to fully adapt to the chill of summer in the shadow of the mountain. It's June for Goddess’ sake. He's not sure he’ll ever adapt, child of the sea and the sun and the isles as he is. Though, with Chan by his side, warming him up, he's not sure he will ever have to.
It's only when Chan leads him down a path that almost seems familiar– though Minho is certain it's one they've not taken on their walks before– that the omega senses something is amiss.
“Chan?” he questions
The alpha smiles brightly “I am always amazed by how sharp you are, Minho.” he places his hand over Minho's own, “Come, I would like to show you something.”His husband leads him to a flower garden. Viola, primroses and jasmine and several colourful flowers Minho does not know the name of– all in bloom despite what seems to Minho to be freezing temperatures– are freely framing stone benches and small statues of the goddess. A swinging bench is set in the centre, framed by an arch of wisteria and milkweed. In the near distance there is a pond; lilies, lotus and hyacinths grow on the surface while koi swim just below it.It's stunning, something Minho never thought he would see in the pristine and clean cut gardens of the castle.“Here we are.” Chan humsIt's all very familiar, though Minho can't quite remember why at first. Then, it clicks- he's been here before, on that summer solstice night.
“This is your mother's garden…” Minho mumbles, turning to look at his husband with an awed look on his face, “Am I allowed to be here?”Chan's smile does not fade, “Minho, you are the consort of this castle and my mate. There is no room or place that is forbidden to you.”The omega tilts his head, surprised, “Really?”“Truly.” the alpha nods.Then, he guides Minho to sit on the swing bench facing the pond, and sits beside him. They are so close like this; sides pressed together, Chan’s body heat warming him up in tandem with the blood that rushes to his cheeks."I used to spend a lot of time with her here." Chan mumbles, a sad yet fond smile on his face,"She always made time for me, no matter how busy she was. We would spend what felt like hours out here. She would teach me the names of her favourite flowers and when they bloom. It was how I learned to distinguish the seasons whenever the snow was not falling." he giggles softly before continuing."Mother did not believe in structure for plants. She thought it cruel to cut them and hinder their growth. ‘They are wild, living things, so let them be wild’ she used to say. That is why this is the only garden in the castle that is not regularly manicured and maintained like the others…" The alpha's words trail off, a distant look in his eyes,"She loved this place."
Minho hums, thinking briefly of his own mother tending to her little gardens, before he speaks, "I know you two were very close... anyone could see how much she adored you.” He says carefully, “I am sorry that she is not here with you."
"Thank you." Chan says sincerely as he turns to face Minho, "It is alright now, more or less. I am learning to live without her physically by my side."
He swallows, eyes a little misty, "Mother was in a great deal of pain, as you can imagine. She suffered in her last months, so death was a mercy. At least she is at peace now, in the Goddess’ hands. All I can do is try to run the kingdom at least half as well as she did.""You are doing well." Minho whispers earnestly, "She would be proud of you, Chan.""I still have so much to do-"
"-And you will." The omega says sternly, "And you will do it well, because you are her son."Chan huffs a wet little laugh, "Alright then, I will."
"Good."
"You remind me of her, you know." the alpha smiles, Minho’s eyes widen in surprise, "You are both such stern, no-nonsense people. It is easy to look at you and think, 'ah, they are so cold’ , but when you really listen to the words you say, pay attention to the things you do… it is obvious how much you care."
Minho flushes a brilliant red, unsure what to say in response. He feels so… seen, so bare and vulnerable all of sudden and he doesn't know what to do with it.
So he says nothing, he looks at the pond before him, watches the koi he can see beneath the shrouded water, but lets his palm rest on top of Chan’s, flustering even more when the alpha flips his hand to intertwine their fingers.It’s silent between the two of them after that, enjoying each other’s company, taking in the beauty of the garden. Comfortable, nice. Minho didn't know that being quiet with another person could be so nice. The alpha hums, tearing Minho's gaze away from where he was watching butterflies flutter around the pond lillies.
"I have been thinking…” he trails off momentarily, seeming nervous, “I know I was not the best to you on our wedding day-”Minho opens his mouth to protest, but Chan barrels on,“I neglected to give you a wedding gift. I had a month to prepare, there is no excuse.”The omega can do nothing but gape at him for a moment. Minho had never even considered that.
“I- Chan,” he sputters, “that is alright. I did not get you a gift either.”Chan pouts, Minho is stupidly, stupidly endeared, “That is because neither of our customs require that of you. However as an alpha, it is expected. If we had the opportunity to court, I would have presented you with numerous gifts.”
Minho smiles, “It is alright-”“So I would like to give you this garden.”“Chan!” Minho yelps in his surprise, starting the alpha, “You- I cannot- this was your mother’s-” “And now it is yours.” the alpha reassures him gently, “You are my mate, there is no one I would trust more to look after it.”Minho gasps, unsure of what to say. He looks around him, taking in the beauty the garden holds even in the chilly mountain shadow.He’ll take care of it, he decides.“Thank you,” he says softly, looking into Chan's eyes with each word. He feels something between them shift and settle, something good.
“This is the most beautiful wedding gift I could have received, I will treasure it.”
Chan smiles, raising a hand to Minho cheek,
“Anything for you, omega mine.”
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After that, it's all too easy for Minho to ignore his reservations with the alpha. They certainly aren't in love, but Chan has made it clear that he cares for Minho and considers him a permanent fixture in his life; someone worthy of precious things.
With this understanding, Minho’s affection for the king flows easier. Whether it be simple touches; to Chan’s cheek, his arm, his hands, or accepting warm embraces as they lay beside each other at night, or kind words and praises, Minho makes an effort not to hold back and revels in how eagerly the alpha accepts it all and returns in kind.

It’s later on, in Minho’s fifth month of being Chan's consort that the alpha mentions to Minho in the privacy of their chambers the possibility of appointing Yongbok as captain of his own guard after he presents, assuming he progresses well.Minho had furrowed his brow from where he was facing Chan, “What if he never presents as an alpha?”Chan makes a confused little sound, “What do you mean?”“You would let a beta command your knights?” Minho asks timidly
“As long as they do their job well, yes? Of course I would. We have had many an omega or beta Captain of the Guard. Is that not the case in Miroh?’Minho shakes his head, “Hardly.”“But… were you not Captain of the Guard?”The omega hums, “That was prematurely allowed because I was the first prince. I was supposed to be an alpha, undoubtedly. Then I presented, and my father publicly removed my titles, even my knighthood.”
“Oh…” Chan breathes, “That… We would never do such a thing in Levanter.”Minho hums, sleepy, “That is good to hear.”“Do you… want to be Captain of the Guard?”Minho giggles sleepily, “Chan, I am quite fully occupied with my duties as master of the castle. I would never have time for such a thing.”“You could share responsibilities with my father, and Sunmi-”“Alpha,” Minho smiles, revelling in the way he feels the alpha shiver beneath him at the use of the title, “it is quite alright, I promise you. I… enjoy my current duties. I enjoyed being captain of the guard too, but this is much less stressful for me now that I have settled into it.”Chan nods, then pauses pensively, “Are you getting enough exercise?”That makes Minho startle, suddenly much more awake. An unfamiliar and ugly bout of insecurities floods his mind, “Do you mean- am I not- is my body-” since when was he concerned with an alpha’s thoughts on his figure?
Chan’s eyes widen in alarm, “No! No. Minho, that is not at all what I meant! You are perfect, your body is perfect. I merely asked because you would have been accustomed to a certain routine and now you have stopped completely. Are you sure you do not miss it?”“Oh…” the omega breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little silly for caring so much, “I suppose I do miss sparring, and my sword. I quite liked fencing and archery too.”Chan nods, “Perhaps we can spar together?”
Minho looks into his husband's eyes, “Would you have enough time for something like that?”“Of course. You are my omega, I will make time.” Chan says with finality, like it's the simplest thing on earth
Minho's cheeks and ears flush a brilliant red. He feel grateful for the darkness of their room to hide it,
“Chan you already take so much time out of your day to do silly things with me, there is no need-”“Nonsense.” The alpha shushes, “There is nothing silly about spending time with you. It is one of my priorities. I will find time for you, alright?”Minho smiles, secretly very pleased with the alpha’s conviction. He feels so differently about this man now compared to how he felt on their wedding day. It’s almost jarring. Despite that, Minho finds himself enjoying these feelings; fostering them, tending to them as if they are something precious.

“Alright,” he smiles, “I would like that then.”Chan smiles in return and kisses the palm of his hand,“Then so it shall be. Sleep now, Minho.”And Minho does, a warm, fuzzy feeling settling over him.

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It takes about a week, but Chan and Minho eventually find time to spar together. It is just them on the training ground; the knights have been sent out just so that the King and his consort could have privacy.
Minho doesn't realise just how much he missed it till he's clad in training armour and has the familiar weight of his sword in his hand. He may not have been a fan of bloodshed or war, but sword fighting was an artform, one Minho had honed nearly his entire life. He loved it. He strikes the air a few times just to get a feel for his blade once more. After all, it's been nearly a year since he's been permitted to hold one. It is a little heavier than he remembers, but nothing he can't handle. He swings harder and faster as he falls back on the muscle memory of his formations.
“You truly wield that blade like a Captain of the Guard.”Minho looks up at the voice, and smiles as his husband walks in, “I certainly hope so.”Chan is dressed similarly to himself and is wielding a sword of his own. It was quite different to Minho’s; flat and broad where Minho’s was long and slender; more elegant, the hilt gilded and dipped in rubies where Chan’s was silver and encrusted with sapphires.Minho is excited to spar with him, it thrums in his veins.He twirls the blade in his hands, “Am I a match for you, your Majesty?”Chan scoffs, raising his own blade, “Shall we find out?”
Their blades touch, neither moving for a moment, till Minho charges. Chan blocks the attack, pushing his blade away easily.The alpha raises his brows in surprise; he's never truly seen Minho fight before. Though Levanter and Miroh have had their skirmishes in the past, that was before their time;
before Chan and Soeun’s engagement and the subsequent peace treaty.Minho and the men of the Isles protected the Empire from the waterfront, where he had fought against Pirates from the South Seas; whereas Chan would have battled with rogue groups from beyond the mountains.
Minho smirks, loving the reaction, “I may be a little rusty, but I am a force to be reckoned with, Alpha. Just because I look pretty on your arm,
does not mean that all my muscle is merely for display.”Chan barks a laugh, “It seems I have underestimated you, my mate.” he grins wolfishly, “I will not make the same mistake twice.”Minho grins, he loves this. The thrill of a good spar, a spar with his alpha. He's never wanted to show off before– not like his knights often did during practice and free time– but something inside him, something primal and omegan makes him want to prove himself. To show his mate exactly how strong and capable he is; how lucky Chan is to have him.
He charges, catching Chan by surprise only for a moment, and he meets Chan’s attacks with his own. Their spar is thrilling. Minho is sweating, his muscles burn.They are evenly matched.Minho can't help but feel a little aroused at the thought. Minho's prowess was nothing to scoff at; he wasn't captain of the guard for nothing. He was the most skilled swordsman the Isles had to offer, and Chan was meeting him blow for blow. Chan is strong enough to resist every parry, but Minho is too fast for Chan to land a proper blow.
They probably could have fought forever.
If Minho wasn't a dirty cheat, that is.
Minho is one to keep a tight leash on his scent outside of the confines of their chambers. So when Chan is hit with a wave of omega and Minho and traces of arousal, he stops short, stunned. He only pauses for a moment, but that moment is enough for Minho to strike and knock Chan’s sword out of his hand.
Chan gapes like a fish when Minho presses the tip of his blade to the centre of his chest.
“You- That is cheating!” The alpha laughs out of shock.Minho grins, “Ah, but all is fair in love and war, alpha mine.”Chan folds his arms, “Is that so?” The alpha steps forward, heedless of Minho’s sword, releasing his own scent ten fold and watching as Minho's eyes dilate and his nostrils flare in response. Chan pushes Minho’s blade away from his chest, and then brings his hand down on the omega’s wrist, forcing Minho to drop his sword.Minho hisses, frantically landing a kick on Chan’s shin in retaliation.
The alpha yelps, knees buckling from the impact, “Fuck-” Before he can look up Minho has tackled him to the ground, knocking the air from his lungs,
“Fuck, Minho-” he wheezes, “I need that leg to walk, you know.”
Minho grins from his perch on Chan’s chest where he’s holding him down, “Like I said, all is fair in love and war.” Minho's omega trills, this is the closest they have been since-Chan lets a playful growl rumble from his chest, “Careful, little omega…”The omega arches a brow, “Little? Chan, we are the same size. Do you think I cannot take you hand to hand?”Chan smirks, “Oh, I know just how well you take me.”Minho flusters, and Chan, much like the dirty cheat Minho had been, takes advantage of it to tackle the omega to his back, grabbing both his wrists in his hands.The alpha grins smugly, clearly pleased with himself, “I bet your knights never held you down like this.”
Minho giggles, pink in the face with anticipation, “They would never dare, I would have humiliated them in front of the whole cavalry.” He hikes his leg on Chan’s hip, a thrill running through him. He’s never felt like this, he's never wanted like this.He craves his mate.Chan hums as he leans down to scent over Minho's neck, “Is that so? So then what would you do to me, my consort?”Minho doesn't answer, only whines when the alpha laves his tongue over the claim. He wants.
Chan grins, “What's the matter Min? Where did all your talk go? What do you do to knights who pin you down like this?”“Chan-” He gasps when Chan grazes his teeth over his mating mark, “Alpha-” Chan hovers over Minho as he watches the omega pant, an awed look on his face“What? What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?” Minho mumbles, flustering under the heated gaze.
Chan smiles, “Just thinking that you look even more gorgeous beneath me than I remember.”Minho outright moans at the words, and moans again when the alpha fits his teeth over his claim. He arches into where Chan is curled over him, drawing up his legs so he can grind his hips where they are both stiffening in the leather confines of their armour. He tries to reach out and touch, whimpering when he realises he can't move his hands from Chan's grip.
“You are so pretty like this.” the King growls as he rocks his hips down onto Minho’s, “Perfect for me-”
They are both startled when the doors to the training ground open, unannounced.
“Your Majesty, I-”
“Who allowed you to enter this room?” Chan snarls
Minho can't see who it is; he's still trapped in Chan’s hold, his head is towards the door, and he's kind of glad for it. The entire room must reek with the scent of their combined arousal. In their compromising position- it’s obvious what took place moments before.“Oh…” the voice mumbles, “well, I insisted the guards let me in as I had important matters-”“You had no right to demand that.” Chan snaps, the alpha clearly agitated, “They were instructed not to allow anyone in. This is my private time and I am not to be disturbed.”
The man stutters, Minho thinks he recognises the voice, the Minister of trade? Foreign affairs? Finance perhaps?
“Well, I was told you were only spending time with the consort, and I had something important to discuss with you, your Majesty.”Chan scoffs, sitting up to pull his omega to his side. Minho is still a little breathless and buries his face in Chan's neck in embarrassment.
“Is it urgent?” Chan questions
The lord looks positively scandalised, “Pardon me?” “Is it urgent?” Chan reiterates, “Life threatening?”The minister stutters, “Well- no-”“Then my private time with my consort is not to be disturbed.”The man chuckles in disbelief, “Your Majesty, with all due respect, the matters of the state cannot be put on hold for you to spend time with an omega-” That gets Minho’s attention. “I beg your pardon?”The alpha, Lord Yoon, Minister of Finance now that Minho can see his face, seems stunned that Minho has addressed him directly. Which is fair, considering that in all of their interactions regarding budgeting, Minho has never spoken back. It was an attempt to keep peace; he would take all the ridicule and harsh comments with grace and a polite smile, but something about Chan being by his side fills him with confidence.
The alpha scoffs, but Minho does not allow him to speak, “If his Majesty tells you we are not to be disturbed, then we are not to be disturbed. It is that simple. You are not special. You can bring up your concern to your King during the next council meeting just like everyone else. You are dismissed.”
Lord Yoon is stunned, “I do not take orders from-”Minho glares, standing to meet the alpha’s eye level, “As a matter of fact you do, so long as my words are in accordance with His Majesty's will. You are dismissed.”
When the minister doesn't move, Minho snarls, “I will not repeat myself.” and stares him down
Minister Yoon looks to Chan as if to ask ‘are you serious?’, but whatever face Chan makes must confirm that they are in fact, very serious. He shakes his head and storms away.Minho scoffs, “Unbelievable.”Chan nods, “Indeed…” he looks Minho in the eyes, “Is that- does he make a habit to talk to you like that?”Minho shrugs dismissively, weary of causing a problem, “It is not exactly the first time, no. But, I suppose Lord Yoon is unsure what to do with an omega consort having quite so much power over his ministry.”The alpha hums, “We shall discuss that more later.” He picks up Minho's sword and his own
“Let us go wash up. Then we can take lunch together, alright?” Chan offers kindly, a sweet smile on his lips, but Minho notices there is a distant, pensive look in his eyes.
Still, the omega agrees, “Alright.”
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They don't end up talking about it after that. Neither the interaction with Minister Yoon, nor the moment of frottage.
Minho thinks about one a great deal more than the other.
A minister being obnoxious and rude? No big deal, it happens everyday. But Chan touching him? Holding him down? Biting his neck? Minho gets hot under the stuffy Levantian collars everytime he thinks of it and has to make a great effort to control his scent so as not to alarm whoever is in the room with him.Now though, he is in his study, only Changbin with him. Jisung is stationed outside the door and Ryujin is off running an errand for him. Minho is supposed to be focusing on the budget for the impending Summer Solstice Gala but all he can think of is the weight of Chan’s body pressing down on his own.He’s become so fixated on thoughts of the alpha. Perhaps his heat is coming? It is entirely possible, it's already three months late. Miss Ahn had reassured him not to fret. Even so, Minho knows the sensation of preheat swirling within him, and this is not it. He simply wants.
Minho groans in frustration, letting his head drop onto the desk with a thunk, crinkling the papers beneath him.
“Um, my Lord?” Changbin asks in concern, “Are you alright? Can I get something for you? Some water? A glass of wine perhaps?”
Minho laughs humorlessly, “I am quite alright Changbin. It is just that fucking alpha of mine.”Changbin blinks, “His Majesty?”
“Yes!” Minho whines, “I can hardly concentrate!” he can't stop thinking about him and his arms and his stupid face and his kno- “Has his Majesty done something to… offend you?”Minho huffs, grumbling, “I wish he would do something- am I not attractive? I am a handsome omega, am I not?”Changbin tilts his head, “Certainly, my Lord. You are one of the most handsome people I have met, alpha, beta or omega. Has his Majesty said something to imply otherwise?”“He might as well have!” Minho groans, putting his head in his hands, “Alphas take what they want, do they not?”
Changbin nods, clearly confused, “Typically they do, my Lord.”“And I am his to take! I am handsome! A gem even! And when we sparred I thought- I thought he wanted me! And then we did more than spar- but that was nearly two weeks ago and he has yet to even mention it! He barely looks at me much less touches me and-” Minho groans again at how worked up he has become, “He won't take me. That means he does not want me, does it not?”Changbin gapes, “My Lord-”Minho waves his hand, “You do not have to answer that. I am sorry I said so much.”“Not at all my Lord. I just think, perhaps this is a question only his Majesty could answer.”“I could not possibly-”“But you could.” Changbin reassures, “He is your mate.”The older omega squints, “Are you mated yourself, Changbin?”“Yes, I am.” Changbin answers easily,
“Oh.” Minho says, feeling a little foolish and neglectful for not noticing or even asking sooner, “I did not know. I wish you and your mate great happiness.”Changbin smiles, “Thank you my lord.”“So…” Minho starts after a moment of silence, his ears pink, “How would you approach such a topic of conversation with your mate?”“Has his Majesty ever made you feel that there were certain topics you couldn't discuss with him? Has he ever said as much?”Minho thinks for a moment, and realises, “No, he has not… as a matter of fact he always encourages me to speak my mind…”“So why do you think that this would be any different, my Lord?”Minho scoffs, “So what are you suggesting, I just walk up to him and tell him I want him to knot me?”Changbin’s cheeks pinken but he responds, “Precisely. In my experience, alphas are extremely susceptible to that.”“I… I don't know…”Changbin smiles reassuringly, “Remember my Lord, at the end of the day, his Majesty is just an alpha. He is fond of you and as you said, you are very attractive. You are his mate, I am sure that if you just talk about your desires with him, you will get the outcome you want.”Minho studies Changbin’s face for a moment, but eventually sighs, “Alright. I'll take your word for it.”
He smiles, “Thank you, Changbin.”“Of course, my Lord.”
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Minho has every intention to take Changbin’s advice. He truly does plan to talk to Chan! Unfortunately, every time he gets the alpha’s attention, Minho loses his nerve.Instead, he dithers. Minho is stuck trying his hardest to ignore the way the alpha’s body feels next to his own every night, lest he leak slick all over himself before he's ready to confront Chan.It's even easier to ignore it since Minho is so busy organising the Gala. He just has so much work to do. It’s his first time planning an event of this scale and his attention is constantly required. What colour drapes will hang in the ballroom? What type of music will be played? What hors d'oeuvres will be served? Will the castle still invite a certain lord despite the fact that they did not receive an invitation to his oldest daughter's wedding?For a while, it simply slips Minho's mind.
Until one night, Minho is once again made keenly aware of his needs.
Minho and Chan are sat at their dinner table, nothing unusual as they discuss their days. Once their meal is finished, Minho is eager to return to their bedchamber, exhausted after his long day. Before he can open the door, his alpha blocks his path.“Chan?” he asks, confusion in his voice,
The alpha only smiles at him smugly, “I have prepared something for you. A gift.”Minho tilts his head, “A gift?”“Yes!” the alpha beams, looking positively pleased with himself, “You have been working so hard preparing for the gala recently. You are doing especially well considering it is your first event. So, I got you something to commemorate it.”
Minho's lips part in surprise, “You… truly?”Chan chuckles, taking his hand and leading him into their bedchambers
Minho squints into the dimly lit room, searching for his gift. At first, nothing looks amiss. Then, he spots it; a basket perched on the bed, a red satin bow tied on top. Minho drops Chan's hand to inspect it.A gasp leaves his lips as he takes in the sight of a small, grey bundle of fur burrowed into the cushion placed in the basket. An ear twitches, feline eyes blinking open to look up at Minho.
A kitten.

Chan got him a fucking kitten.
“Oh Goddess,” Minho whispers, reaching out to let the kitten sniff at him, a small pink paw batting out to play with his fingers in turn, “it is so precious.” he murmurs as the kitten lets him scratch behind its ears.
“You like it?” Chan asks,
Minho turns to him, grey bundle in his arms purring contentedly, he had always been good with cats, “Channie, I love it…” He looks into the alpha eyes, feeling warm at the tender look he receives, “How did you know I loved cats?”“You told me.” Chan answers, “Many years ago.”The omega is struck with fragments of a memory; Levanter cold, fluffy white fur, a young prince giggling, staying out in the cold together till they were both pink in the face.Minho gapes at Chan,
“You… remember that?”
Chan smiles, dimpled, and truly pleased with the success of his gift, “Of course I do. You were so little and enthralled with Ryujin’s cat back then. How could I forget how cute you were?”He reaches out to put a hand on Minho’s cheek, stroking a thumb on the soft skin beneath his eye, “I hoped you would like it.” the alpha giggles, “A kitten for a kitten. My kitten.” Minho feels something stir in his chest, blinking slowly as he gazes into Chan's eyes. He nuzzles into the warmth of his palm, undeterred by the alpha’s cheesiness.
"Thank you." he says
Chan presses a kiss to Minho’s forehead,
“Anything for you, Minho.”
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Minho holds out for one whole day.The omega is lounging in his room after a long day of planning. The kitten, Dori, is asleep in his basket after Minho had tired it out with play.

A cat. Minho thinks, throwing his head back on the settee. Chan gave him a fucking cat.

The man truly does know the way to his heart…

He shuts his eyes for a moment, two-
And into his fucking trousers-
Minho can't take this anymore. He has to sort this out once and for all.
The omega rises, venturing out of his personal room, determined to find his alpha.
Minho doesn't have to search very long. He finds Chan, sitting at a desk in their commonspace, pouring over a document. What document and its importance, Minho does not know, nor does he care.
“Chan…” he starts, trying not to let his determination wane.“Yes?” The alpha answers, not looking up from the papers in front of him.
Minho exhales, decides not to beat around the bush, “Do you… wish for us to only consummate during cycles? To produce heirs?”
Okay, maybe he will beat around the bush just a little.Chan freezes, then sputters, finally lifting his head to look at Minho, “I- what? Why- Minho- Why would you- What?” Minho does not think the question is unreasonable, or all that shocking. They had been married for nearly six months, and Chan had only laid with him once! It was hardly a strange conclusion to come to.Alphas take what they want, don't they? And Chan hasn't taken Minho, so he must not want him.“We have been on good terms lately, no?” Minho continues, “I believe we have become… fond. You have been very, very sweet and considerate of me.” he looks down, focusing on the corner of the desk so he won't have to see Chan’s expression, “We are mates and yet… you do not touch me . So, I simply want to know if that is something you do not wish to be a part of our mateship.”
Chan is silent for a moment, making Minho shift nervously on the spot, before speaking, “Minho, is that something you wish to be included in our relationship?”Minho flushes red to the tips of his ears and stubbornly keeps his gaze away from Chan's face, “...Yes.” He only looks up when he feels a touch to his cheek. Chan is now stood before him, cheeks and ears just as red as Minho’s feel, a tender look in his eyes.
“Minho, my darling,” thumbs brush over Minho's cheeks, “you are the most beautiful, alluring- enchanting individual I have ever met. Inside and out. How could I possibly not want you?”Minho lets out a soft breath, starry eyes tracing over Chan’s features up close, “You… then… why have you not taken me?”The alpha chuckles, “It is not as if it was an easy feat. That day on the sparring ground… I let my want for you take control. I Thought I had overwhelmed you- that I was too forward with my desires because, dearest, I did not know if you wanted me.” “Of course I do.” Minho breathes, watching in rapture as the elation spreads over Chan's face, “How could I not want you, when you are so good? So good to me?”Chan grins, the sight of his dimples making Minho a little weak in the knees,“So…” the alpha whispers, leaning into his space, “What you are saying is,” Minho shivers as a hand travels down his back and settles on his hip, “I can touch you?” the omega gasps when the hand shifts to the swell of his ass, groping gently, “Like this?”“Yes.” he breathes, eyelids fluttering.
Chan smirks, ducking down to his neck so that he can scent Minho’s arousal at its source, his other hand sliding down to grip firmly at Minho's thigh
‘Finally’, Minho thinks,
“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he nips over the scar of his mating bite, the bite Chan put on Minho’s neck.
“Yes!” Minho gasps, grasping at Chan anywhere he can reach, “Alpha, please-”
Chan cuts him off with a swift kiss that has Minho melting even further into the alpha's embrace.Minho yelps when Chan sweeps him off his feet, carrying him to their bedchamber. They collapse onto their sheets a tangle of limbs, hands roaming, pulling each other closer.They only separate when Chan pulls back so his hands can stray to Minho's cummerbund corset.“Are you okay with this?” The alpha pants, “Is it alright if I undress you?”Minho nods frantically, “Yes, I want it! I want you to.”Chan grins, pressing a quick kiss to Minho’s nose, “Anything for you,”He relieves Minho of his corset, pants and undergarments, taking a thigh in each hand and spreading them so he can have an unobstructed view of where Minho is leaking all over the satin of their bedsheets.“You are so wet…” the alpha mumbles, in aweMinho nods shyly, “For you.”“Just for me?” Chan grins when Minho nods again, “Then I should do something about it, yes?” Then, the alpha is tracing his finger over Minho’s cock where it lies flushed red and stiff against his soft belly, and down, down till he’s tracing over the seam of his cunt.
Minho gasps softly when the fingers part his fold and trace over his labia, spreading the copious amounts of slick Minho is leaking
“You are so warm and pretty here,” Chan mumbles, and that's when Minho realises that the alpha’s gaze is glued to where he is playing with Minho's wet heat. He makes an embarrassed little sound.“All for me, right? Only me? You are all mine?” the alpha prompts
“A-all yours!” Minho answers, voice stuttering and breaking when the finger that has been prodding at his entrance finally pushes in.
“Good.” Chan says, and then he is leaning down to suck marks of ownership onto Minho's tummy where the white silk of his blouse has ridden up while he begins to open Minho up on his fingers.
It punches breathy little sounds from Minho's lips. It’s good; Chan’s fingers in him, the alphas lips and tongue and teeth on his skin is so good but it's not enough. Minho needs-
“More!” he whines after Chan has sucked bruise after bruise onto Minho's tummy, “Please, I want more!”“I shall give you more,” Chan hushes as he trails his lips down so he can nibble at the skin of Minho's inner thigh, “Just be a little patient with me. I have wanted you for so long, so I will take my time.”Minho whines petulantly, desperately, arching his back and spreading his legs like if he shoves his pussy in Chan’s face it'll make him do something. The alpha only giggles at the display, “Is there something you want, darling?”“Yes!” Minho whimpers, kicking a leg out in frustration, “I want you to give me more!”Chan hums as his mouth laves over the marks he's made on Minho's pretty, sun kissed skin, “More of what, dearest?”Minho only makes a frustrated sound, the alpha coos, “I cannot help you if I do not know what you want.”“Just-” Minho writhes, “Do something so I can come! Please, alpha please.” Chan grins wolfishly, wrapping a hand around Minho's cock, stroking in time with his fingers pumping in and out of the omega, “You are so honest when desperate.”Minho melts into the sheets, the friction hurtling him towards his release, “I- I am always honest…”
The alpha hums, peppering kisses over his neck, over his claim, “Not about what you want.”Minho blushes, putting an arm over his face in an attempt to hide.“You can always be honest with me about what you want,” the alpha promises, “I will do anything within my power to give it to you.”Minho opens his mouth to respond, with what? He'll never know because every little thought flies out of his brain when Chan dives down and stuffs his face into Minho's cunt.
He throws his head back in a silent scream, back arching as he cants his hips into the contact. Chan’s mouth is warm and wet and insistent and Minho is so sensitive. He never knew he was this sensitive.
He squeals as the alpha goes down on him like a man starved, like Minho’s slick is the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, like he can’t get enough of Minho's pussy around his tongue. It's so good, so good and Minho is close, so close,
“Alpha,” he moans, “Alpha I’m- I’m going to-”And then everything stops. The hand on his cock disappears and Chan’s mouth returns to sucking bruises on his inner thighs; Minho's release is snatched away from him.
“Alpha,” he sobs, “Channie, why-”“Sorry, darling,” he coos, Minho thinks he doesn’t sound sorry in the slightest, “I was not ready to be done with you yet.”
Minho blinks the tears from his eyes so he can stare at the alpha between his legs, “You… you said you would do anything for me, anything I want…” he whispers, tone pleading, “Alpha, I want you to make me cum.”The omega shivers as he watches Chan's eyes light up in excitement,
“Well,” he hums, “I will have to do that then.” and again, before Minho can even think of a response, Chan is enveloping his cock in the wet heat of his mouth and stuffing his fingers back in Minho's cunt, targeting that spot that makes stars burst behind his eyelids
He cums like that, down the alphas throat with Chan's name on his tongue.Minho lies there, trembling in the aftermath. He’s flushed red and panting, teary eyes as Chan moves to hover over him. The alpha looks so fucking pleased with himself that Minho has the urge to give him a piece of his mind for teasing him. Fortunately for Chan, it's hard for Minho to feel anything but warm about the alpha when he's been made so sated at his hands.
So, he smiles, blinking sleepily and welcomes the alpha when he leans in to kiss him, uncaring of where Chan’s mouth has been and the fact that Minho can taste his own slick and cum on Chan’s tongue.
He hardly moves when Chan gets out of bed, head still fuzzy and in the clouds. If he had his wits about him, he would be able to identify this feeling as his omega headspace, something he has never experienced before.

It's lovely.

He’s pliant as Chan cleans him up, only letting out soft trills and purrs at the feeling of his mates hands on his skin.When the alpha climbs into bed, now bare, and covers them with the sheet and wraps around him, Minho clings to him, burying his face in the alphas neck and inhaling lungfuls of the sweet syrupy and content scent of his alpha.
As he drifts to sleep, content, sated and safe in his alphas arms, he realises that his feelings for Chan are now fully beyond his control.
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Chan throws his head back as he releases all over Minho's face, a content, rumbly growl sending a shiver down Minho's spine from where he is kneeling before his alpha. He swallows what lands in his mouth. It's not his first time tasting alpha cum, having gone down on Chan more than once in the past two weeks since they’ve become intimate, but it is his favourite time so far now that he can swallow Chan down with minimal gagging.
It tastes like... well, cum; salty and mildly bitter, but there is something about it that tastes so much like alpha, like Chan that has Minho licking his lips and fingers in search of more. He’s finally decided he likes the taste, especially since every time he tastes it he gets to witness Chan’s blissed out face.When his alpha looks down at him, breathing heavily but with an awed expression on his face, Minho makes sure to lick his fingers extra slow, keeping his gaze doe-eyed in a way he has learned riles his alpha up.When Chan’s cock twitches in response, a droplet of cum leaking from the tip, Minho doesn't even think before he's darting forward, enveloping the head in his mouth so he can lap it up.The sound Chan makes is high and keening- pathetic. It sends heat down Minho’s spine. He made the great King of Levanter sound like that. The rush of power he feels is dizzying, and then he's swallowing what he can of Chan’s girth down, to find out what other sounds he can coax out of his husband."Fuck- Minnie," the alpha whines. "Darling- too much-" he says, but his hand has a firm grip on Minho’s hair, keeping the omega in place while his hips twitch up into his mouth.Minho looks up at him, blinking slowly as he sucks. Chan’s voice cracks on a moan."Please Min- please!" He’s babbling, desperate for his release. Minho thinks he finally understands why Chan likes to make him writhe and cry in pleasure so much if this is what it feels like.Chan all but sobs as he comes down Minho's throat for the second time, twitching in oversensitivity when Minho keeps suckling, milking him for every last drop before he pulls off. He climbs into Chan’s lap to bury his face in the alpha’s neck and scent his contentment at its source."You…” Chan pants, "are becoming quite the minx..."Minho hums and starts to purr as he nuzzles into his mate's scent gland, "This is all your doing, alpha mine."
Chan laughs breathlessly, pulling the omega closer into his embrace. “I suppose it is.”Minho thinks he couldn't sound more pleased about it if he tried.
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Minho is incredibly nervous. After weeks of preparation and planning, tonight is the night. Minho’s first event as Omega Consort of Levanter and Master of the Castle. The first event Minho has ever organised himself; The Summer Solstice Gala.
This will be a defining moment in his career as Chan’s spouse. There is so much that hangs in the balance for him; tonight will determine whether he will continue to be trusted with such important responsibilities, or if he will have to resign himself to being nothing more than a broodmare.
It is an overwhelming amount of pressure on his shoulders.
Not to mention; tonight marks the one year anniversary of his presentation, an event that changed the trajectory of his life forever; something he is no longer quite sure how he feels about."You look lovely." his husband’s voice sounds, pulling Minho’s attention from where he was fixing his appearance in the mirror of his vanity. Changbin had already helped him get dressed, but Minho had shooed him away to fix his own accessories so that the older omega could have a moment alone to collect his thoughts."Thank you." Minho hums, smiling gently, "Can you help me put this necklace on?"Chan smirks, "I am far more interested in taking things off of you, dear."Minho spins around, pointing a fan accusingly at the alpha, "No! No, you stay over there.""Min," Chan whines. "at least let me kiss you! You look gorgeous.”"No, no, no!” Minho says firmly, backing away from the alpha with every word, “Because you will kiss me, then you will find your mouth on my mark and then the next thing I know, I am face down, ass up with cum all over the inside of my very expensive gown!"Chan groans, "At the very least, let me put the necklace on?"Minho huffs, eyeing him wearily before lowering his fan, "Fine."Chan grins, eagerly ambling over to place the layered sapphire chain around the omega’s neck. Then, quick as lightning, a kiss is pressed behind his ear.Minho immediately swats the alpha away, "Stop that! Lest you wipe away Changbin’s handy work covering up all your marks."“I should uncover them.” the alpha’s lips pull up into a lascivious grin. Minho thinks he is very sleazy and he's a little annoyed that he is attracted to it all the same, "I should let everyone know you are mine."Minho rolls his eyes, "Everyone knows I am yours, you silly man. I am married to you.""You are mine.” Chan grins, “My mate. I would like to undress my mate, please?""After the gala, husband." Minho huffs, petting over the curls on Chan’s neck, "After the gala, you can undress me and do with me whatever you wish, alpha mine."Chan whines into his neck but the omega only giggles and presses a quick kiss to his lips before straightening out his husband's outfit."Come along," he coos placatingly, "let us go."
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Minho’s first gala, to the surprise of many, is a success. The music is lively, the decorations are perfect, the refreshments are warm and tasty, and their guests are laughing and dancing, fully enjoying the spirit of the summer festival. Even Minho is enjoying himself, certainly much more than he had last year.He is in the ballroom, seated on a throne noticeably lower than his husband's own as they watch a musical performance; an offering to the Goddess. Earlier in the night, Minho and Chan had opened the gala with the first dance. The omega was thrilled at being able to display his skill in dancing, showing everyone just one of the ways his alpha is lucky to have him, how deserving Minho is of belonging to the king.
None of Minho's family attended. His father had formally declined the invitation, stating that the entire family was unable to attend for some reason or the other. Soeun had subsequently sent Minho a personal letter stating that the King of The Mirovian Isles simply did not feel like braving the cold, and forbade everyone else from attending lest he look bad.
Very typical of him, Minho thinks.This performance is the second act of the night; a troop of dancers in colourful flowy outfits having gone on just before. Now though, two young men, one singing, one dancing, perform an old Levantian folk song and dance. The singer's voice is dulcet, the harmony he is singing is otherworldly and chilling reflective of the quiet nights on the mountain where it was first sung. The dancer’s movements match perfectly; smooth and alluring, yet precise.Minho is entranced. Despite being the organiser, Minho had delegated the performance selection to Madam Sunmi, trusting her judgement. It had been Hajun’s suggestion, so that Minho could really enjoy at least one aspect of the night. It's hardly a surprise that he can’t recall seeing these performers before.Seeing this performance stirs something in Minho's chest. It truly is beautiful. He was never allowed to dance like this in Miroh. It was seen as something unfit for an alpha, for the heir to the throne, so he was only taught standard ballroom dances. Though that had never stopped him from sneaking into his sisters’ dance lessons every once in a while and twirling them around a bit, he never managed to dance as much as he truly wanted.Perhaps… that will not have to be the case anymore.
He leans into his husband’s side, secretly thrilled when the alpha automatically turns to face him. Chan was already focused on him, Minho's omega preens.“Channie,” he starts,
“Yes?” the alpha answers
“I want them brought to me after the performance.”Chan furrows his brows, “Whatever for, Minho?”The omega tilts his head, “I wish to greet them and personally commend them for their performance.” he pauses, looking into Chan's eyes, “Is this something I cannot be allowed?”Chan smiles, “No, of course not. That is quite alright, Min. I will see to it.”Minho beams, his omega trilling with the way it’s alpha meets his every request
“Thank you.”
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After the performances, and a few more dances with his own alpha, Minho finds himself in a small, private lounge adjacent to the ballroom. Outside, music is still playing and guests are still chattering. Jisung, as always, is stationed just outside the door.
Standing before Minho are Kim Seungmin and Hwang Hyunjin, the performers he admired.
They look nervous out of their minds, so Minho tries to comfort them with a smile, “Your performance was enthralling. You are both very talented,”They both bow curtly, answering in unison, “Thank you, my Lord.”Perhaps due to the extra glass of champagne, or maybe it was the little sips of whiskey he stole from his husband’s glass that has Minho getting straight to the point.
“What are your schedules like?” he asksSeungmin, the vocalist of the two, tilts his head in confusion, “Pardon me?”“Your schedules.” Minho reiterates, undeterred, “What do you do during the day when you are not performing? You are employed by the castle full time, are you not?”“Ah.” Hyunjin, the dancer, starts, “Yes, we are still castle staff. We typically do menial tasks and chores if we are not performing or practising.”Minho nods, “Right. No more of that.”Seungmin blinks rapidly, “I beg your pardon?”
Minho goes a little pink in the face, realising how entitled he sounds, “My apologies. It was
impolite of me to forgo asking your preference. Do you like doing chores?”Hyunjin answers after a moment of contemplation, “Not particularly, no. But I must earn my keep in whatever way my superiors see fit, my Lord.” Seungmin nods his agreement
“Very well.” Minho hums, “Then from now on, whenever you are not honing your skills, you are to be with me.”Seungmin furrows his brows, “As some sort of… attendant?”“Essentially, yes.”Hyunjin sputters, “My lord, I know I am very… slight and easy on the eyes, but I assure you I am an alpha!”Minho quirks a lone brow, “...Yes?”The younger alpha looks unsure of himself at Minho's lack of reaction, “Is that not… indecent?”Minho meets his gaze head on, “Do you have any romantic or sexual interest in me?”
Hyunjin looks purely panicked, “Ah- I- my lord, I- you are very beautiful, but-”“Answer the question. You will not be punished for honesty.”Hyunjin looks at his feet, “No your highness. I have no interest of that sort in you. I am happily mated.”“Good.” Minho nods, “I have no interest of that sort in anyone besides his Majesty, so there is nothing indecent about it. If you both agree, you will be compensated accordingly.”Seungmin and Hyunjin look at each other, before nodding slowly, “Alright my Lord, we agree.”Minho smiles, “Good! You will report to my study in the morning with the rest of my entourage, we can worry about uniforms and such later.”They bow minutely, “Yes, my lord.”Minho nods, "I look forward to working with you. You are dismissed. Please, go enjoy the festivities."
When they leave, Jisung slips through the door and faces Minho, he studies the other omega carefully
"Is there something you would like to say, Ser Han?" Minho asks bluntlyJust as bluntly, Jisung responds, "Yes, my Lord.”"Then say it."
Jisung pauses for a moment, contemplative, "Why did you do that? Offer them that position. It is not like you to show favouritism."
Minho blinks in mild surprise, "Were you eavesdropping?""Yes,” Han nods, “some of the doors in this castle are surprisingly thin."Minho huffs, a smirk on his face. "Well, I like them and I think they are talented… I'd like to see what else they can do. Perhaps they can take some of the weight off of Changbin and Ryujin’s shoulders.""Is that all?" Jinsung sounds unconvinced
"Must I explain myself to you?"
"Of course not my lord." the younger omega smiles, "I just find it very… interesting that you picked them."Minho squints at Jisung, but something in the knight's face tells him he won't get any answers, so he simply sighs as he gets up from his seat
“Come along, Ser Han, let us find my husband.”
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By the time the ball has come to a close, Both the King of Levanter and his omega consort are slightly more inebriated than deemed appropriate for the public. Luckily for Minho and Chan, it is just the two of them as they stumble hand in hand back to their quarters. Even their guards are trailing several steps behind them, offering the illusion of privacy.
They are giggling and snickering, the alpha holding Minho's heels in his hands, after he helped Minho out of them once the omega complained about how sore his feet were from all of their dancing.“I'll have to get you some new shoes-” the alpha slurs as the two of them stumble into their shared chambers, “I cannot- cannot have my omega walking around in discomfort, can I?”Minho’s omega preens at the alphas promises to provide. He giggles as he helps Chan get ready for bed, both of them having dismissed their maids and attendants for the night.
“Thank you, Channie.” he purrs, cuddling into his mate's warm embrace, “Will you pick them out with me?” he blinks his big sparkly eyes.
The alpha kisses his head as he pulls him closer, “Of course. Anything for you, omega mine.”
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Hyunjin and Seungmin fit into Minho’s enteourge seamlessly. It’s only been about two weeks, but Minho is confident he made a good decision. Ryujin and Seungmin work well together, discovering that the young omega’s talents are indeed not limited to singing, but he is also quite adept at planning and organising. The two of them are constantly pouring over Minho's engagements. His schedule is planned for weeks in advance now.
Hyunjin has stuck close to Changbin. He doesn't dabble much in the planning, but he offers advice and intel he has overheard in his time serving the other lords and nobles that Minho can find useful. He learns that Hyunjin is very charming and talkative and people end up trusting him and saying things they probably shouldn't in his presence. As it turns out Hyunjin is actually where Changbin had gathered most of the information he relayed to Minho.
After a morning trial, both Seungmin and Hyunjin bow and try to take their leave.“Where are you two off to?” Minho asks“We have performance practice, my Lord.” Seungmin replies politely
Minho hums, “Ryujin, what is my schedule like for the rest of the afternoon?”“You have a meeting with Lord Kang and Madam Sunmi to discuss the budget for the upcoming quarter at midday, my Lord.”
“So I can do what I please till then?”“Of course.” Ryujin nods
Then, he turns to Seungmin and Hyunjin, “Is it alright if I accompany you to your practice? I have never witnessed one before.”
Suengmin looks stunned, and Jisung has a smug little look on his face.“…If you wish, my Lord?”Minho smiles, “I do.”Performance practice is a well organised ordeal. The singers and the dancers are separated, Seungmin goes off with the other vocalists and Minho did watch them warm up for a while but was ultimately drawn to the dancers.The dance practice is certainly entertaining, though Minho feels a little bad as a lot of the performers seem a little uncomfortable with his presence, perhaps feeling like their employer is trying to micromanage them.Still, he watches in awe as the instructor guides the group through footwork he finds utterly fascinating. It’s not till he asks, “Can you teach me that move?” with stars in his eyes that the tension finally breaks.
Minho hasn't had this much fun in so long. It starts with a pas de bourree, but he’s quick to learn as he keeps following the choreography. He’s laughing and smiling with the other dancers and before he knows it the practice is over and he's arranging with Ryujin and Seungmin to find out when he can sit in on the next one.
It leaves him feeling so pleased that even when he is sitting through his mind numbing finance meeting and having little condescending comments hurled at him by Minister Yoon it rolls off his back like water, he barely even thinks about it.
Once he returns to his chambers with his entourage in tow, he shyly asks Hyunjin if they can dance a little more. Seungmin plays the piano- because what can't he do, and Hyunjin guides him through an exciting self-choreographed duet with plenty of footwork that Minho glides through. Chanbin, Ryujin and even Jisung join in and that is unfortunately how Minister Kang finds them.The music stops abruptly as they all turn to look at the minister who gapes at them in turn.
“What is the meaning of this!?” He demandsMinho tilts his head, “We are dancing, your excellency. What are you doing here? Has his Majesty not spoken to you about barging into his personal quarters?”Like usual, Lord Kang ignores what Minho has said and keeps talking, “How can you allow this!? You are keeping an alpha in your constant company! He is touching you! This is improper!"Hyunjin goes pale in the face, and Changbin looks red with anger."Hyunjin is a very respectful and diligent member of staff.” Minho states evenly, standing his ground, “There is not a single indecent thing about him or our professional relationship.""He is an alpha! You are the king’s omega how could-"He is cut off when Chan enters their chambers"Your Majesty!" Minister Kang shouts, clearly alarming Chan who does not look very pleased to enter his chambers and find Minho being accosted once again."Minister Kang, we have spoken about this ad nauseam, you are not to enter these chambers without my express permission! What is the meaning of this!?""Your Majesty, are you aware that your consort is toting around an alpha attendant?" Lord Kang spits"Do you speak of Hyunjin?” Chan asks flatly, “Yes, I am aware. What of it? What does that have to do with why you are in my private chambers?!""It is entirely indecent!" he shrieks"There is nothing indecent about it.” the King says with finality, “Hyunjin is a loyal employee who has served the crown his entire life. I have no reason to believe he would do something malicious. Not to mention that I have full faith in my mate's loyalty."Lord Kang sighs, "You have too much faith in him, your Majesty. You must remember he is a Mirovian omega, their morals are not like ours-”"Are you claiming to know my husband better than I?” Chan asks incredulously, “That would be indecent, Minister Kang.""I-""I know perfectly well the nature of Minho's morals and where his loyalties lie. If you trouble me or my mate again with this absolute nonsense in my private chambers I will have you permanently escorted off the premises. do not speak to my omega like this again! If I find his behaviour inappropriate I will address it myself. It is not your place to lecture and harass my mate." Chan huffs "Now get out of my sight."Minister Kang gapes.
“You heard his Majesty,” Mihno nods, “Get out.”The alpha leaves in a huff.Chan turns towards the collection in the room, “I am terribly sorry you had to experience that. You should all retire early for the night.”There is not a single complaint as they all bow their heads before scuttering out. Minho watches on in interest as Changbin grabs ahold of Hyunjin’s wrist, dragging the alpha out as they leave, still visibly red in the face with rage
“I wonder what that is about…” he mumbles absentmindedly.
Chan follows his gaze just as the door shuts, “Changbin and Hyunjin?” he asks
“Yes, they have been a little clingy since Hyunjin started working with me.”Chan chuckles, “I am not sure what you expected when you set a mated pair to work together.”Minho blinks, eyes wide in surprise, “...Mated?”
Chan tilts his head, “Yes… did they not tell you? They have been mated for a little over two years now.”“Oh…” Minho mumbles, realising how much their behaviour makes sense. Even Jisung’s smugness and amusement seems clear now, “That is lovely.”“Hmm,” Chan hums as he nuzzles into Minho’s neck, guiding them to their chambers, “I must say, I am a little jealous of them.”“Jealous? Why?”“Well, they get to work together everyday now,” Chan presses a kiss to his claim, “I wish I could do that with you.”Before Minho can stop himself, “You could.”“What?”
“I mean-” Minho pauses, contemplating if it's really worth it to mention. Then he reminds himself that this is Chan, and the worst he can do is say no. He’ll even be nice about it
“What if I come to a council meeting with you?”Chan’s face lights up, “Oh!” he says, like he's never thought of it before even though Minho has thought of it quite a bit, “That is a splendid idea Minho!” then he pauses, “Why have you not come before?”“I…” Minho blinks in disbelief, “I was not invited. A king's council meeting is not something you can just traipse in on.”The alpha nods as he pulls his night pants up, “You are right, that was a silly question. Your absence at council was an oversight on my part. Next week's council meeting is a perfect one for you to attend. An envoy is coming from Miroh for negotiation regarding our steel exchange.”Minho blinks, “What? Why did you not tell me?”“I only found out at the meeting today. I had planned to tell you as soon as I came home but then there was the whole ordeal with Minister Kang.” The alpha says placatingly, “The correspondence came in this morning, it is not something I withheld from you intentionally, my dear.”Minho sighs, “Yes, of course, sorry. I know you would not do that, I was just surprised.”“Do you not wish to go?” Chan asks, sensing Minho's obvious discomfort“No, I would be honoured to attend with you!” He’s quick to reassure, “It is a discussion I would certainly like to be involved in.”“Then it is settled,” Chan smiles, “you will accompany me to the next council meeting.”
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Minho’s first council meeting is an uncomfortable affair. None of Chan’s ministers seem too pleased with Minho's presence, especially seated at the head of the table by Chan’s side, but none of them dare voice it in the face of the envoy. After all, they want to appear uniform and all in agreement before another kingdom’s representative.Despite the awkwardness, the meeting is a success. They manage to negotiate a new steel to gold exchange rate that is in Levanter’s favour.
Minho is pleased with finally being included.
When the meeting is over and all the ministers are filing out, the Mirovian envoy, Ambassador Choi, approaches Chan and Minho directly"I would like a moment to speak to the Omega Consort alone, if that is alright?"Minho imagines he wants to relay a message from his family. Chan seems to see no issue with it; Ambassador Choi is mated, and Jisung will be right outside.
He turns to Minho, "Is that alright with you?"Minho nods easily, curious about what the ambassador has to say, "It is fine, your Majesty."Chan reaches for Minho's hand, and presses a kiss to the inside of his wrist. It’s sweet and intimate, something only a mate would do and Minho has to will his face not to flare bright red, "I will see you at dinner, husband.""Yes, your Majesty."Chan turns to leave, and Minho is alone in the conference room with the Mirovian delegate"What is it that you wish to discuss with me, Ambassador Choi?" He asks politelyThe alpha is not nearly as polite in return, "Have you been causing trouble, Minho?”Minho has to resist the urge to roll his eyes, "Is that what my father has sent you to ask? Were my letters not satisfactory?"
He does not answer, Minho sighs, "No, I have not caused any trouble. I have done nothing in my time here but tend to my duties as consort."
"If that is the case, why aren't you pupped yet? It has been 6 months."
Minho carefully conceals his surprise, and tries to answer as diplomatically as possible, "As you know, I am still a newly presented omega; my cycle has yet to regulate. I have not had a heat since my relocation to Levanter."Choi scoffs, "Ha! Excuses! You just don't want to admit the King won't fuck you."The omega is dumbfounded, "Excuse me?" He boldly touches Minho's face, examining him this way and that. Minho is simply too stunned to react.
"I can't say I blame him," Choi mumbles, "you do such a shoddy job of looking the part, I wouldn't be too thrilled to fuck you either. You are barely an omega, and you can't even pup? Pathetic. You are lucky he hasn't sired a bastard with the way you look. Failure of an alpha and now failure of an omega too."Minho regains his barings and takes a step back, "You cannot speak to me this way-”He is cut off when Ambassador Choi’s open palm collides with his cheek, the stinging sensation on his face once again leaves Minho stunned and reeling"Know your place." Choi spits, "You may be a king's bride now, but you are still a Mirovian omega."Minho snarls, hand covering his injured cheek, "I implore you to remember, we are not in Miroh-"He stares incredulously, rage boiling within him as he is struck again"Watch your tone, you are speaking to an alpha."Minho defiantly looks him in the eyes, "Touch me again, and you will regret it."Choi scoffs, "Oh really? And what could you possibly do?"Minho scoffs right back, "You forget that I was a qualified and honoured captain of the guard. I led your sons to victory in battle. You are no match for me in combat. Not that it will come to that. Can you imagine what will happen when my husband hears of this?""You think he will care?" Choi laughs, though the irritation is visible on his face
"What I know is that he does not appreciate others putting their hands on what is his.” Minho spits, “So, Ambassador Choi, do not touch me again!" When Minho’s voice raises, Jisung is quick to open the door and come to Minho's aid. He quickly assesses the situation before coming to stand between Minho and Ambassador Choi.“Step away from the Omega Consort, my Lord.” He growls, hand on the hilt of his sword in anticipation of the alpha’s next movement.“An omega guard?” The alpha scoffs, “Is this a joke? He really must not care about you at all, Minho.”“My Lord,” Jisung repeats, “I will not ask you again to step away from the Omega Consort.”Ambassador Choi scoffs, advancing forward, stopping short only when Jisung draws his blade.That is how Chan finds them."What in the Goddess’ name is the meaning of this!?" he shouts, swiftly making his way towards his mate and holding his face in his hands, "Minho are you alright- your cheeks…" he mutters, brimming with concern "What happened? I was only gone a moment- I forgot some documents- what happened?" "He struck me." Minho answers bluntly, "He asked why I was not yet pregnant and did not like my answer, so he struck me." he watches with sick satisfaction as he sees the same rage he feels reflecting in Chan’s eyes, "When I told him not to put his hands on me, he struck me again. That is when Ser Han came to my aid."
Chan shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath before turning to face Ambassador Choi who at least has the decency to look a little contrite. His hands do not stray from where they cradle Minho’s face."You dared put your hands on the Omega Consort of Levanter? You struck my mate? In his own castle?" he blinks slowly, looking a little deranged, "Have you lost your mind?"
Ambassador Choi sputters, "He was being disrespectful-"
"By speaking?" he asks incredulously, "Even if that were the case, that is no excuse for you to touch him!"
He laughs humorlessly in disbelief, "You are lucky to be a foreign envoy. Had you been a citizen of Levanter, morning would see you hanging from the gallows." he snarls, "You are never to touch my omega again. As a matter of fact, you are never to return to Levanter. I will have you escorted to the first available ship back to the Isles and have you blacklisted from any ship entering my ports."
"Guards!" he calls, two knights immediately bursting into the room and restraining the Ambassador,
"Escort him to Key Bay Port.", he turns to Jisung, "See that he is put on the next ship to Miroh in chains. Do not return till he is gone."
Jisung bows, "Yes, your Majesty."
Then they are alone. Minho can hear hushed voices outside the council room, Changbin and Ryujin’s especially distinct.
"Darling,” Chan calls softly, pulling Minho’s attention away from the door, "I am so sorry."
"...Why?" Minho asks,
"I cannot believe this happened within my walls."
The omega furrows his brows, "What he did was not your fault."Chan sighs, "Come, Minho." he guides him out, an arm around his shoulders
When they open the doors, they find their entourages waiting outside, watching them eagerly in concern."Clear our schedules for the rest of the day, and have some ointment sent from the apothecary. We will be retiring to our chambers." He says resolutely
"Chan, that is not necessary-"
"Minho, please." he says, his desperation clear in his voice and his eyes
Minho sighs, "Alright, clear my schedule Ryujin." he acquiesces
"Yes, my Lord."
The walk to their chambers is silent. As they putter about their room, changing into their loungewear he can sense Chan's nervous energy. Even his scent smells bitter with guilt."Chan. It is not your fault." He says for the second time,The alpha sighs, “I should have protected you."
"You were not even there! It was like this long before we were married."
"Is that how they treated you? In the Isles?" he asks quietly
"You must have known this." Minho says, smiling sadly, "Remember our wedding day, the bruise on my cheek?”
Chan nods.
"My father did not like the way I was looking at him, so he hit me right outside the temple.” He explains carefully, “When I came home after I presented, he beat me with his court as witness before taking my crown because I was a liar and a deceiver and on top of that, I was an omega. That is what it is like in the Isles. You cannot control that. He was just acting on my father’s behalf.""Minho," Chan cries wetly, tucking long blond strands behind his ear, "I am so sorry.""It is alright, Chan. It is not your fault and it is in the past. You would never allow your people to treat me like that, would you?"
Chan gasps, appalled, "Never!"
"And that is enough. You are doing enough, Channie."

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Minho doesn't quite know what to expect as he and Chan head to council the following week. After last week's chaos, he feels like just about anything could happen.
And yet, being denied entry at the door still manages to surprise him."We would like a private audience with your Majesty." Lord Yoon says, blocking the door to the council roomChan furrows his brows, "What on earth could you have to say to me that you can't say in front of my mate?""Your Majesty, please! Be reasonable!” Lord Kang pleads, "We have serious matters of state to discuss! The Omega Consort does not need to be present for this, it is not of his concern."
Chan’s rage flares, "How dare-"
"Husband." Minho coos, instantly capitalising Chan's attention, wanting to soothe the tension. He really does not want to cause any drama, last week was quite enough for him, "It is alright, your Majesty. I shall see you after your meeting. You promised me a walk, yes?"
Chan sputters, “But he- You- Do you not want to- Should I-?”“It is alright Chan, we can discuss this later.” He answers evenlyChan huffs, but nods his head, reaching for Minho's hand, "Yes, omega mine. Then, I shall see you before dinner."
He presses a gentle kiss to the inside of Minho's wrist, the look in his eyes conveying how sorry he is. He watches wistfully as Minho walks away with Han and Changbin in tow.The doors to the council room close and they sit in their assigned seats.
Chan's tolerance is already at an all time low. He is not looking forward to the remainder of this meeting."Your Majesty," Lord Yoon begins, "something has come to our attention that we have been meaning to address."
Chan quirks an eyebrow, "Yes?" He knows he must sound irritable, and he hopes that all the council members take note of it and watch their words. In his mind, he wills them to speak quickly so he can get this over with and return to Minho’s side.
"We notice that you have been neglecting duties to spend time with your omega consort." Minister Kang says
"Just last week, you cleared your schedule to coddle him." Lord Seong, the minister of foreign affairs, adds onChan laughs humorlessly, "Neglect? I would argue that tending to my omega is one of my duties."
Minister Seong looks uncomfortable, like he knows what he is about to say will not be well received,
"Well, yes that would be the case for an omega that is… fertile?”Chan stares at him in utter disbelief for one second, two- "I beg your pardon?" “You are treating the omega consort as a wife!” Lord Park rushes to explain
Chan scoffs, “Omega Consort Minho is a man and my husband, and I treat him as such.”“Your Majesty you misunderstand us," Lord Kang tries to soothe, obviously sensing his irritation, "we are simply reminding you that there is no need to spend this much time with an omega you cannot yet breed."Chan blinks rapidly, “Excuse me?”“Your Majesty," Lord Yoon says, "If you are trying to soften his heart to you so that when the time comes he is willing to provide you an heir, you are wasting your time.”“I-"“He is an omega your Majesty," Lord Kang laughs, trying to lighten the tense mood, "they are easily distracted with pretty things like gems and trinkets.” Then, like he can't see the rage in Chan’s eyes, he continues, “Besides, the only time a male omega is fertile, is in heat. Then he will not want to resist you anyway.”“What in Goddess’ name-" Chan yells, "Is this why you called me here? To tell me not to spend time with my mate when he cannot get pregnant?”
Their silence is answer enough.
“This is ludicrous - this meeting is adjourned.”
“Your Majesty-”“Adjourned!" Chan bellows, "Get out! Do not bother me with such foolishness again!”
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Minho can't say he's not disappointed about not being wanted in the council meeting, but he certainly isn't surprised.
Just as well, he thinks, as he looks mournfully at the mountain of paperwork he has to complete. Perhaps he is too busy to attend council anyway.
His work is interrupted when there is a knock on his office door. Changbin scurries over to see who it is.
"Lady Aura Mae to see Consort Minho." he announces
Minho's interest is sufficiently piqued, "Let her in."
Lady Mae walks in with an aura of confidence that Minho can't quite figure out where she acquired it from
"Hello, Consort Minho." she smirks
Minho tilts his head, "Hello, Lady Mae. To what do I owe this unexpected and unannounced visit?"
She scoffs, "I simply wanted to offer you some advice."
Minho blinks, "Advice?"
"You seem to be getting into a lot of trouble as of late. Fighting with ministers, taking on an alpha aide, having an ambassador banished…" she trails off
"Lady Mae-" Ryujin shouts
Minho lifts a hand, "Let her speak, Lady Shin." he turns to Aura, "What exactly is the point you would like to make?""I just want to remind you what you are here for." she puts her hands on his desk, boldly getting into his face and meeting his eyes, "All you have to do is keep quiet, look pretty and let his Majesty breed you." she says lowly, "Surely, even a Mirovain whore could manage that? Yet, you seem to struggle with it. You are making messes the future queen will have to clean up."Minho scowls, leaning away from her, "And is that you? Am I expected to believe you are the future queen?"
"Well," she sighs, flipping her auburn curls over her shoulder as he leans back, "you said it, not I. Once his Majesty pulls himself from between your legs and comes to his senses, I am certain he will do what is right."
Minho rolls his eyes, "Am I supposed to feel threatened?"
“You should.” She coos, "I am not terribly fond of you, brazen whore as you are, are you not worried about what will become of you once I am queen?"
Minho scoffs, a mean smirk playing over his lips, "What does that matter? At the end of the day, the firstborn of Levanter will be mine. That is something you will never have."
She scowls, so Minho keeps talking, "If you want my husband, you are welcome to do your best to get him. You can do whatever you want once I am done with him, if he even wants you. What do I care? Once I birth the future monarch, my fate is sealed…" he blinks innocently, "What about you? How secure is your future with the King?"She snarls, stepping back when she sees Jisung put his hand on the hilt of his sword
"Mark my words Lee Minho, I will make you rue the day you came to this castle."
Minho hums, a smug smile on his face, "Goodbye, Lady Mae."
She storms out. The moment the door is shut, the smile falls from Minho’s face and he stands from his desk.
"I am done for the day.” He says to his entourage, “I shall retire to my chambers."
"My Lord-"
"-I am simply tired." he says not entirely dishonest, "Worry not."
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When Chan returns to their bedchamber, it is dark outside. Minho has been laying in bed for hours, unable to find sleep, too busy thinking about how harsh but needed Lady Mae’s reminder was.
Minho isn't special. Not to Chan, not to anyone in this castle. Just because he is serving his intended purpose and warming Chan’s bed does not mean otherwise. That is just what he is supposed to do as an omega consort.
The thought leaves a very bitter taste in his mouth.
"Minho?" Chan calls quietly, but Minho does not respond. He doesn't really want to talk to Chan. He has no idea what he will say or what sort of expressions he will make if he does.
So, he keeps quiet, shuts his eyes and tries to even his breathing.
Chan sighs, Minho hears him putter about the room before he settles in bed beside Minho.
There is no goodnight scenting, no kiss to his forehead. Chan does not touch him.
It leaves the omega feeling hollow.
He wishes Chan would pull him close, wrap his arms around him, reassure him that he cares about Minho and will protect him, but it doesn't happen. He knows Chan most likely does not want to risk waking him up, and that is his own doing, but it still hurts.He finds sleep like that eventually, feeling cold and alone and sad. It is easily the worst night he's had since he arrived in Levanter. It reminds him of nights in his cell. Even though Chan is right there at his side and he can smell him, hear him as he snores.
Tomorrow, he thinks, tomorrow he will get over these silly feelings and do the job he has to do. Keep quiet, look pretty and have the King’s pups.How hard could it be?
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When Chan had told Minho that they were going into town to do some shopping, the omega naturally assumed they were going to take the royal carriage. To Chan’s credit, the carriage goes with them, they just aren't in it.
No, the Levantian carriage trails behind the couple as they ride into town on horseback. Horse , singular; Chan’s steed. The alpha at the reigns and Minho clinging to his husband’s back.
When he had asked why, Chan had taken one look at Minho, in his frilly top, hair braided and donning the simple silver circlet he must wear in public and all the pretty gems he wore on his neck and said simply;
“You are just so pretty, darling. I want to show you off.”Just recalling interaction has a furious blush rising to his cheeks.
And show Minho off he does.
As they trek through the streets of Levanter, visiting the Capital City Minho has not set foot in since he's been married, the citizens of Levanter ooh and ahh and cheer for them. They watch from the pavement, people peek out of doors and windows, stopping whatever they are doing to catch a rare glimpse of the King and his bride out in public.
If Minho weren't so used to the attention as a former prince himself, he would be embarrassed.Chan pulls them to a stop in front of a modiste, the windows of the boutique displaying frilly dresses and hats and shoes. Chan hops down first and then offers Minho a hand to help him dismount.
Once Minho steps down, one hand in Chan’s own, he looks to his mate, confusion all over his features.“Did we come out for me?” he asksChan hums, “I thought you could do with some new shoes, ones that are more comfortable for you. You told me the heels you normally wear are very uncomfortable, yes?”“Oh…” Minho says, trying to get his trilling omega under control, “Yes. Thank you.”Chan smiles, “Of course, darling. I also had some clothing ordered for you, so we can collect that today. And, I figured I should give you an opportunity to pick out anything else you like, since none of the clothes in your wardrobe were chosen by you.” the alpha sighs, “Honestly, it is high time. You have been living here for over six months, I am sorry it took me so long to get around to this.”Minho valiantly holds back the purr he wants to release
‘Alpha pays attention to us.’ his omega chirps, ‘Alpha provides.’ “That is very considerate of you, your Majesty.” He says instead, “I appreciate it.”Chan uses the hand holding Minho's own to guide them into the store, “Anything for you, omega mine.”
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They are quickly ushered into a private dressing room and seated on a plush settee. Attendants buzz around them, quickly presenting Minho with a plethora of shoes to choose from. Each pair fits the current high end Levanter trends, but with lower heels and cushier insoles.
He turns to Chan in bewilderment yet again, “Did you have all of these made for me?”Chan flushes a brilliant red, “Well I- yes, I just want you to be comfortable. You should have as many pairs as you need.”Minho grins at the alpha, as a red shoe with silver detailing is placed on his foot, a perfect fit.
“You are so sweet, your Majesty.”Once Minho has tried on an impossible amount of shoes, picking out the ones he likes best and requesting any other styles to be tailor made for him at Chan’s behest, they move on to the clothes Chan had ordered for him.When the first piece is displayed to him. Minho gasps. A mint coloured gown, silver embroidery, turquoise gems woven into the neckline- Minho's favourite- silky and ethereal, looking like a dream. It’s just that there is so little of it.
“Chan!” he exclaims, wide eyed, “I- I cannot wear this-”“Why not?” the alpha asks with faux innocence, “Do you not like it?”“No, no it is gorgeous, Chan. I love it- but it is too revealing for Levanter custom! It would be indecent Chan!”“But you like it?” Chan grins, “It is much more risqué than the custom, but what good is it being king if I cannot use my power to bend the rules for my own mate?”“Chan- I cannot!” Minho whines

“Minho, you are my consort. You can do whatever and wear whatever you want.” He states firmly, “If anyone tells you otherwise, tell them if they have an issue with my husband wearing something I gifted him, they can take it up with me directly.”Minho scoffs, “Fine. I will at least try it on.”He goes behind a little curtain for privacy, Changbin follows to help him undress.
The gown looks nothing short of gorgeous on Minho, but it is so revealing. The V of the neckline dips down past his sternum, stopping just above his naval. The back of the dress swoops all the way down to his lower back, the turquoise beading forms a band over his waist, the sides split all the way up to his hip, leaving very little to the imagination.It truly is gorgeous, and it looks like it was made for him.Which, it was.
‘For the King’s whore.’ A traitorous voice in the back of his head chimes. He dismisses it quickly. It does him no good to dwell on things like that.
Chan’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head when Minho steps out from behind the curtain.
“Goddess, Minho, you look…” he says gaze trailing up and down Minho's figure and up again, “Gorgeous- stunning. It looks even better on you than I could have possibly imagined.”Minho flushes all the way down to his chest at the earnest praise “Perhaps. But, Christopher, where on earth am I going to wear this? I cannot go out in public dressed like this!”“Well…” the alpha trails off, a sleazy smirk on his face, Minho can already tell what he's going to say, “You could wear it just for me, hmm?”Minho scoffs, putting a hand on his barely covered hip, “Was that your intention when you ordered clothes for me? Skimpy little outfits that are more for you than they are for me?”Chan grins lecherously, Minho has to tamp down a surge of arousal. Contrary to popular belief, he does possess a modicum of decorum, and he is not going to leak slick in a modiste just because his husband is a little pervert.
“A few of them, yes.” His alpha hums, “Not all, but a few.”Minho sighs, “You are such an alpha, your Majesty.”Said alpha raises his hands in surrender, “Guilty as charged, darling.”
Minho goes through the clothes piece by piece, putting aside the prettiest of the skimpy ones to take home and assessing the rest.
He comes across a blouse, white and frilly at the neck, similar to what he normally wears but something about it is… different. Minho picks it up to inspect it more carefully and gasps as he feels soft silk material on the inside. It feels so familiar, almost like-
“-Mirovian silk…” he mumbles, eyes shooting up to meet Chan’s own, “This is lined with Mirovian silk!”Chan grins, “I thought you would like that. I want you to be warm, so it's made of Levantian alpaca fibre, but I had the silk lined on the inside so that it does not irritate your skin.”Minho softens and melts as he looks into his alpha's eyes, “You noticed.”“Of course I did.” Chan says just as softly.“Thank you, Chan.”“Anything for you, darling.”
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Once Minho has picked his favourites out of the clothes Chan had custom made for him and ordered a few more pieces, Chan invites the omega to take a walk about town while the modiste parcels up the abundance of clothes and shoes. Minho accepts.They walk hand in hand, Jisung and Chan’s own personal guard, Ser Choi Jisu, trailing behind them. They window shop and peek in stores where Chan buys anything Minho lets his gaze linger on for too long.The townspeople all smile and wave, bowing slightly as they walk by. Some stop to talk to Chan, be it to praise him or daringly make a complaint or suggestion. Chan replies to all of it graciously, listening sincerely and smiling all the while. He's so good to his people, it's obvious how much he cherishes them. It makes Minho feel warm on the inside despite the Levanter chill.
They take the carriage on their way back to the castle, their purchases all loaded in the storage compartment. The ride is smooth, Minho is looking out the window, watching the buildings and people go by. Chan is beside him, very intentionally sitting as close to Minho as possible, leaving no space between them.The alpha places a hand on his thigh and sighs, “It was so nice being out with you, but now I am so tired.”Minho hums sympathetically, “What is your schedule like once you return? Perhaps you can rest?”Chan groans, “Unfortunately, I have a council meeting. I am dreading it.”That gives Minho pause, “...Why?”“I did not tell you about the outcome of the last meeting, did I?” the alpha shakes his head, “It was terrible, they talked about you like you were dirt under their shoes and not my mate. I was so furious I actually ended it early. That is why we had to schedule another one so soon.”Minho blinks, purposely not meeting Chan's gaze, “What did they say about me?”“A lot of terrible things I refuse to repeat, but the gist of it is that I should refrain from spending time with you if you are not in heat.” The alpha scoffs, “As if that is all you are for.”Minho sighs, unable to avoid thinking of his conversation with Lady Mae, “Is it not? I am merely an omega consort, it is not as if i am your Queen. I am here to look pretty and give you heirs. You are still able to marry and have a Queen for everything else.”The omega feels it when Chan freezes, and a hand comes up to guide Minho's gaze to meet his own,
“Minho-” he says, voice shaky, “Minho, is that something you are concerned about? Is that something you think I will do?”Minho casts his gaze down, suddenly finding the material of the seats very interesting, “I am not ignorant to the possibility.”“Minho,” Chan whispers, “Darling, look at me.”
And despite his better judgement, Minho complies,
“You are my mate, Minho.” he says resolutely, “I promise that I am loyal to you and you are the only spouse and mate I ever plan to take. There is no one else. I want no one else . There is no one I would rather have rule by my side than you.”Minho looks into Chan’s eyes and he sees nothing but sincerity
Oh…
Oh.
“You… genuinely mean that.” he says softly
“Yes! Of course I do.”“Then…” he breathes, he's been thinking of this for the past six months, he can hardly believe he's going to ask it, “If that is true, if you never plan to take a Queen… why did you make me omega consort?” He whispers, “Why did you strip me of a family name?”Chan gapes at him, “I- I did not give you my name because I did not dare to assume that you would want it… I wanted you to keep your ancestral name, but Levanter law would not allow it… so I went without.”Minho sighs heavily, leaning away from Chan and into the side of the carriage. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, allowing the vibrations of the carriage rolling over the smooth pathways of the streets of Levanter to soothe his building irritation.
He pinches the bridge of his nose before he speaks again, “Alright, I suppose I could begin to understand that thought process.” He looks Chan in the eyes again, “What about my title? What were you thinking then?”“Your title?” Chan blinks, looking terribly confused, “Well, ‘Omega Consort’ is the title that your father offered in our initial negotiations and my advisors approved.” He pauses, looking very unsure of himself, “...is there something wrong with it?”“Is there something wrong with it?” Minho rears back as if he had been struck, “Is there something wrong with it!? Chan, do you understand what it is to go from First Prince to Omega Consort!? What are you saying!?”Chan simply continues to look confused, “My father was an omega consort-”“Your father is an omega and a consort! A prince consort! A royal consort! Given the Bang family name!” Minho snaps, and he knows he’s raising his voice but he can't bring himself to care, “You cannot tell me you do not understand how those are different?”The alpha just blinks, fucking blinks at Minho and says nothing, meaning he really doesn’t understand. Minho would laugh if he wasn't so angry.“Goddess, Chan-” Minho growls, “you could walk into any brothel in the street, choose an omega you like and name them omega consort! You put me on the same level as a street whore!” Minho snaps, then he does laugh deliriously,“All this time, I thought, ‘perhaps it was for the alliance.’ I betrayed my father, so you did not want to give me too much power here in Levanter as a show of respect, but you expect me to believe you just did not know the fucking difference? Do you understand how fucking unbelievable that is Christopher?”“But-” Chan sputters, “It is the truth! Minho I would never do that on purpose- if I had known-”“How did you not know?” Minho yells“It is not as if I have met any consorts that were not already nobility!” The alpha shouts defensively
“Goddess-”“Minho,” Chan calls, there is desperation and guilt in his voice, “I am sorry, I am so sorry. It was never my intention to make your life more difficult than necessary.”Minho scoffs, “Why would I believe you?”Chan looks heartbroken, and despite the irritation, Minho feels something pull in his chest at the defeated expression, “...Because I am your mate and I love you.”The omega freezes, “...You love me?” he whispers in disbelief, before looking Chan in the eyes, deadpan, “You love me?”“Of- of course I do.” Chan tries fruitlessly to reassure him, ”Minho, how could I not love you?”“Chan…” Minho trails off, suddenly feeling very, very tired, “I do not know if that is something I can believe. I know you care for me… you favour me, but love?” “It is the truth…” Chan says, but he knows by the look in Minho's eyes that he isn't believed.The rest of the carriage ride is silent, both pensive and lost in thought.They go about the rest of the evening much the same. After they return to the castle, Chan goes off to council, and Minho to a trial. When they meet again in their dining room for dinner, not a word is uttered between them.They drift about their chambers in silence as they get ready for bed, both of them purposely avoiding the other. Minho has half a mind to go sleep in his own room, but the kicked puppy look on Chan’s face when he turns to do so stops him in his tracks.
“Minho,” the alpha whispers, “please?” The omega sighs, making his way to the King's bed. As he's trying to settle in, he stops suddenly and hisses.“What is it?” the alpha asks in concern“My feet are sore,” Minho answers, “from walking in my old heels all day.”
“I can-” the alpha pauses, rethinking his words, “May I massage them?”Minho looks at Chan, really thinking over his answer. Being angry with Chan will get him nowhere, and deep down he knows he's not really angry with the alpha. He’s irritated by his ignorance and how difficult it has made Minho's life as a result for sure, but mostly he's just baffled and confused by how everything he has endured for months is because of a misunderstanding.
The omega sighs, relaxing back into the sheets, “You may.”
Chan starts with his feet, working deft, precise fingers into the arch and instep where it hurts the most. When he works his way up to Minho's ankles, then calves, then thighs Minho doesn't stop him. Mostly because he can tell there is no sexual intent in Chan’s touches, the alpha just wants to be closer to Minho and comfort him, and Minho kind of wants that too.
When prompted, Minho rolls onto his stomach and lets Chan work over his back and shoulders and neck till Minho is a relaxed, tension free puddle in their sheets. The alpha’s hands don't stop touching him though; gently stroking over his back, through his hair. Minho briefly wonders if this is how Dori feels when he's being pet. The soothing touches of his mate lull him, and when he's almost asleep, he hears Chan whisper“I do… I truly do love you. I am so in love with you, Minho-”The omega sighs heavily, sitting up even though he's half asleep “Chan-”When he realises he's awake and listening, the alpha barrels on, “I know the things I have done make it hard for you to believe it and I will spend forever trying to fix that.
I will prove my love to you… I want to make this right.”Minho furrows his brows, “How?”With no hesitation, the alpha answers, “Bite me.”Minho’s eyes blown wide in shock, suddenly feeling very awake

“What?”
“I am never going to want anyone but you.” Chan says resolutely “I love you and there is no one else I will ever want, I am yours as much as you are mine. Seal the bond, bite me back.”“Chan you cannot-” Minho sputters, “I cannot- they would never take you seriously- a king claimed by an omega- Chan you cannot-” “I don’t care.” he says almost petulantly
Minho laughs in disbelief, “You are the king, Chan, you have to care.”Chan pauses seemingly considering the validity of Minho’s words,He huffs, “Then bite me where no one but you will see.”Minho blinks, stunned by the determination in Chan’s voice, “You truly are serious about this…?”“I am Minho. I mean it; there is no one for me but you.”Minho smiles, small and unsure, “Alright then. I will bite you.”
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Minho sighs into Chan's mouth as they kiss. They are bare, he’s sat in Chan’s lap as he grinds down onto where the alpha is hard beneath him. Chan keeps whimpering praises and promises of his devotion into Minho's mouth and the omega laps it all up.
He moves his lips to trail over Chan's neck, sucking marks of ownership into the milky skin, heedless of what will be visible tomorrow when they face their citizens. Chan simply leans his head back, bearing more of his neck to Minho's mouth, whimpering and hissing the same mantra of promises.Once Minho has had enough, he pushes Chan to lay flat on the bed and lines himself up to take Chan’s cock. He’s tense with anticipation; this is the first time they have gone this far since… well, Minho's first time ever.
Sensing Minho’s nerves, Chan places his hands on Minho's hips, stroking over his thighs to soothe him, “It is alright, darling.” Whispers gently, even as the tip of his cock brushes over Minho’s folds, “Relax for me, hmm?”Minho breathes out and lets himself slowly sink down on Chan’s cock, the alpha’s praises and gentle touches to his hips and thighs not ceasing even as his full weight settles on Chan’s hips.
“You are the only one I want.” Chan whispers as Minho takes his time to adjust, “The only one for me. My everything, my mate, my omega- right where you belong.”Minho giggles, a breathy little sound, “On your cock? I should hope so, it is mine is it not? All mine?"Chan chuckles breathlessly. “Absolutely. But I meant sat above me, like you are on a throne. Look at you, made to rule.”Minho whines at the words, and once he’s comfortable enough to move, he plants his hands on Chan’s chest, and moves his hips in small tight circles. The alpha moans and gasps beneath him, looking up at Minho with his eyes wide and sparkly; filled with adoration, with love . The very idea makes Minho redder in the face than he already was.
When Minho speeds up, beginning to bounce a little on Chan’s cock, the alpha uses the grip on his hips to support him. Soon, Minho is feeling too much and yet, not enough. Pleasured tears gather in his eyes.“Not enough-” he whimpers, pulling insistently on Chan’s arm, “Need you closer.” he whines, and Chan wastes no time in sitting up, wrapping his long arms around Minho and meeting his lips in a kiss.
With their new position, the pace is slow but intense, Chan’s cock so deep in him, Minho swears he can taste it. This is what he needs; Chan as close to him as physically possible. Chest to chest, their breaths mingling, making Minho feel like they are more one person than not. He kisses Chan, caressing his face, preening when the alpha does the same, pulling him even closer.Minho gasps when he feels Chan’s knot start to swell at his entrance, grinding harder, bouncing a little faster.
“Need it,” he mutters mindlessly, “Need you-”“I am yours,” Chan whimpers, arms wrapped tight around Minho, bearing his neck “I am all yours. Only yours- you can bite me- claim me, please-” The alpha chokes out a moan when his knot swells inside Minho and he cums to the sensation of the omega’s teeth sinking into his clavicle.
Minho licks slowly over the bite as they come down from their highs.
‘Mate.’ his omega sings as he feels their bond solidifying and sealing, just for them. Only them. There can never be anyone else now, Minho feels content.
They don't bother to clean up as they relax into the sheets, Minho resting on Chan’s chest as the omega licks obsessively over his claim, utterly content.Once again, just before he can drift to sleep Chan asks,
“You trust me, right?”Minho can feel all of what Chan feels through the bond; his sincerity, his honesty“I do.”“Then, can you trust me when I tell you I love you, and I will make it right?"Minho hums, pressing a tender kiss to the mark he just made,“I trust you, alpha.”
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Minho feels more than a little nervous as they walk into the council room, small almost, once again under the scrutinising gazes of all the ministers on Chan’s council.
It's unsurprising really. After all, everyone in this room had spewed filth at him, behind his back and to his face, calling him names and being condescending. No wonder he felt small in the face of all of them in one room.Chan's hand though, is firm and reassuring in his own. He knows he has nothing to fear."Your Majesty!" Lord Kang calls as Chan pulls out Minho's seat at the head of the table, beside Chan, "What is the meaning of this? You have called an urgent meeting, yet the omega consort is here! Of what importance could it truly be?"Chan glares, "Had you waited till I sat at the very least, I would have told you exactly why the meeting was called. But thank you, I suppose, for serving as a prime example of the point I am about to make.""Pardon me?"“Recently,” Chan starts, ignoring Minister Kang, “the disrespect and hardship my husband faces within my own castle walls, has been brought to my attention.”“Your Highness,” Lord Yoon interjects, “omegas are known to dramatise and exaggerate. I am sure whatever you have heard from him has been greatly embellished-”“Did I grant you permission to speak?” The king asks coldly.Yoon sputters, “I- no-”“Then you will remain silent till I do so.” Chan glares, his gaze meeting each minister’s own before he continues to speak."Now, I understand that part of this is largely due to my own actions. When I married Minho, I gave him the title ‘Omega Consort’. It seems that your treatment of him stems from this. You all see this title as a display of a lack of respect for Minho, as if to demean him? Is that a fair assumption to make?” He pauses for a moment, “This is an invitation to speak.”“Well, your Highness,” Minister Seong answers nervously, “it is common knowledge that male omegas are almost exclusively kept for breeding as they are extremely fertile while in heat. Not to mention, ‘Omega Consort’ is a peasant title.”“I see. Thank you for your contribution, Lord Seong.”The alpha turns to the room at large, “This is a misunderstanding. It was a careless and ignorant act on my part, and for that I apologise. First and foremost to my husband, but also to the court for allowing you to be confused about the nature of my relationship with Minho. So, I will take this opportunity to clear up any misconceptions”He takes a long breath, “Minho is my husband, and my mate. The only one . I have no intentions of marrying anyone else or forming some sort of harem. Minho will be my only spouse.”“Your Majesty, that is outrageous-”“I am not asking for your opinion.” The alpha snaps, “I am informing you of my decision. Now, to properly rectify this, I will hold a second coronation for Minho.”The ministers all pause, Minho himself listens intently to hear Chan’s solution,
“...as Prince Consort?” One Minister dares to askChan's answer is firm, resolute, shocking the whole room.
“As Queen of Levanter.”
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Preparations for Minho’s coronation go by in a blur. Mostly because Hajun takes control and lets him decide almost nothing. He’s not terribly upset about it, his father-in-law knows Levantian culture best. Not to mention, Minho is still adapting to the very idea of becoming queen.
When Chan had told him to trust him, and that he would right his wrongs, he never imagined that this would be the solution.Queen of Levanter.
That… just about solves all of Minho's problems. Chan had always said the only person higher than Minho was Chan himself, but with this decision it now rings true. No one; not their citizens, not the ministers would be able to deny the fact that Minho is a monarch, a Queen. A ruler at Chan’s side.“May I…” Minho mumbles, trailing off. The selection of gems before him glisten under the lights in the jeweller’s showroom“What is it?” Chan asks, appearing at his side, “Is there something you like?”“Rubies.” Minho mumbles, “May I have rubies on my crown as well?”Chan smiles, “Of course, whatever you desire.”
In the end Minho chooses mostly sapphires, but there are several small Rubies scattered through the crown. Because, even though he belongs to Levanter as much as Levanter belongs to him, he is still a child of the Isles at heart.His second Levantian coronation is a much grander event than his first. There is a parade, the people are cheering. Minho stands before the citizens of Levanter on a platform, dressed in a royal blue gown, gold and silver embroidery and littered with sapphires and rubies that glitter every time he moves, the neckline exposes his shoulders and Chan’s mark.
It is Hajun that places the crown on his head this time, the crown Minho designed himself. He faces his people, a genuine smile on his face.
“Citizens of Levanter,” Chan bellows, “It is my great honour to present to you for the first time, Queen Bang Minho of Levanter! May the Goddess bless him to serve you dutifully and honestly by my side for many years to come!”
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“Your Majesty-” Lord Seong pauses, casting a quick glance at Minho across the table in the council room, “Your Majesties…”
Just from his tone, Minho does not like where this is going.“Yes?” he answers anyway
“The council has a… concern we would like to address.”Minho really does not like this and has to fight the urge to squirm in his seat. Chan, ever the attentive mate, places a comforting and grounding hand on his thigh under the table before replying,
“Proceed, Minister Seong.”To his credit, Minister Seong looks just as uncomfortable as Minho feels, “We the council… Understand your Majesty the King’s devotion to our Queen. It is… admirable truly. However…”Chan sighs, “Where are you going with this?” He looks around the room at large, “Since Lord Seong is evidently struggling with getting your point across, perhaps someone else will present it to us? This is a concern of ‘you the council’, is it not?”Lord Seong looks relieved out of his wits when Minister Kang rises in his stead, all but collapsing back into his seat“Heirs to the throne, your Majesty.” Lord Kang states bluntly, “We want to know what shall be done about your heirs.”“What shall be done?” Minho asks, “Whatever do you mean?”“There are none to speak of. If his Majesty the King insists on no other consorts, where will these heirs come from?”Minho chills as he finally understands what is happening,“Where else, but from my union to the Queen?” Chan asks
Minho knows what will come out of Lord Kang’s mouth before he even says it, because this concern is one that has plagued Minho’s own mind for months.
“That is all well and good to say, my King, but How can that be when his Majesty the Queen has not had a heat? He has been here in Levanter for nearly a year! The typical omega heat cycle is three to four months is it not? Why has his Majesty the Queen not had a heat within the eleven months he has been in Levanter?”Minho tries to steady his breathing“...Are you trying to imply something, Minister Kang?”The minister sighs heavily, “Eleven months, your Majesty. We gave the Queen the benefit of the doubt for as long as we could, but the future of the kingdom is a real concern. If there is an issue with his Majesty’s fertility, then there is no choice but to-”“I am perfectly healthy.” Minho says, surprising himself with how firm his tone sounds, “If it is confirmation you seek, that can be provided.”“And how will you do that, your Majesty?”“Changbin!” Minho calls, loud enough to be heard from outside the hall. Changbin is quick to respond, bowing quickly to all the ministers as he enters before scurrying to Minho’s side
“Yes, your Majesty?”
“Go and fetch Miss Ahn. Tell her to bring my patient notes along with her.”“Yes, your Majesty.”Minho grips Chan’s hand in his own. He must look firm, unaffected. He cannot let anyone in this room know how nervous he truly is.When Miss Ahn arrives, she looks none too surprised at her summon
“Your Majesties,” she bows politely, “Ministers of the council.”“Miss Ahn, the ministers of the council are concerned about my ability to provide heirs for his Majesty, is it possible for you to relieve them of this concern? Feel free to divulge as much information as you feel is necessary.”
Miss Ahn smiles gracefully, “Of course, your Majesty.” she turns to the room at large, “I have been tending to his Majesty’s health since his arrival in Levanter. I can assure you, his Majesty, Queen Minho, is perfectly healthy.”“And his fertility?”“According to all the tests I have conducted, Queen Minho is perfectly fertile. There is nothing to indicate otherwise.”Lord Kang scoffs, “If that is the case, then why has he gone so long without a heat?”“There could be many factors,” Miss Ahn explains, “Firstly, his Majesty was a late bloomer in terms of presentation. While this is unusual, it is not necessarily bad. However, it may be that his late presentation has set a precedent for his heat cycle, making it irregular. This is an indication of unpredictability, not infertility. Additionally, His Majesty had two heats before arriving in Levanter, so there is a possibility his adaptation to his new environment has something to do with it. Stress affects the heat cycle, and his Majesty has been under a lot of stress. This could be why it is delayed.”Lord Kang scoffs, “A monarch's stress never ends! Will his heat be delayed forever?”“That is highly unlikely.” She says, “Please understand my Lord, that I specialise in omegan care. Nothing I have seen from his Majesty indicates that there is some underlying problem. This is simply a matter of time. I am entirely confident that his Majesty will be able to conceive and carry healthily when the time comes.”When she finishes, Minho turns to the ministers, “Does that answer your concerns?”They all sigh heavily, “Yes. Thank you, your Majesty and Miss Ahn.”
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Once in the privacy of their chambers, Minho allows his tears to fall.
“Oh, darling…” Chan says as he pulls him close, allowing Minho to sob into his shoulder. They stand like that for a while, Minho soaking the King's shoulder while his husband hushes and comforts him, petting his hair and holding him close until Minho is only sniffling and Chan leads them over to the bed.
They lay in silence for a while before Chan speaks“Minho… do you want children?”Minho blinks, “What?”"Was having pups something you always wanted?" Chan reiterates, his hand over the soft, flat skin of Minho’s stomach."...Wanted?" he whispers, sounding truly baffledChan stills but tries to hide it even with they way they are pressed against one another,"Yes, did you... want to be a parent?"The question gives Minho pause, "I never truly considered it. For a long time, it was not even possible for me. Now that it is possible, it is a necessity.”Chan hums, he understands. Of course he understands. He too, was born a prince. Pups have never truly been an option. Ensuring the longevity of his bloodline was his responsibility as the heir."I think I have always wanted to.” Chan mumbles, “Be a father, that is. Sire pups."Minho turns to look at him as best he can, "Why?"The alpha hums thoughtfully, "Well, I like pups of course, and I liked the idea of making a little person that was half me and my mate. Even more so when that mate became you."Minho takes that in for a moment, tries to picture the image Chan is painting, "I think… I would like to be a parent. There are so many beautiful things in the world I can show a pup, teach them. I would like to watch them grow."
Then, it occurs to Minho what Chan may have really been asking, "I would like to start a family with you. I want it.""Oh," Chan whispers, looking awed, "Me too. I am so happy I am doing this with you."Silence eclipses them again"Have you thought of… names? For our pups?" Chan asks
“Hmm,” Minho ponders, “I think I like short names, like yours, and your mother's.”Chan smiles warmly, pressing a kiss to Minho's hair, “Yeah? What names, darling?”“If we had a girl…" he ponders slowly, "I like Hia. And Dal, for a boy.”“Those are beautiful names,”Minho smiles, “What about their reginal names? You should pick those.”Chan grins, “Alright. For our Dal…” he trails off, “Demian?”The omega giggles, “Prince Dal Demian? Bang Dal? Then, what about our Hia?”Chan furrows his brows as he mulls it over, “...Heidi? No! Helena. Princess Hia Helena.”Minho smiles as he nuzzles into his mate’s neck, “Hia Helena and Dal Demian… our puppies…”It’s silent between them for a moment before Minho speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper."What if it never comes?" Minho turns his head to face the alpha, "What if Miss Ahn is wrong and there is something wrong with me? What if I am sterile?"Chan freezes beside him, "Darling, do not worry about that.""How can I not?” He furrows his brows, “Chan, that is my purpose. That is why I am here. If I cannot give you pups... then what am I good for?""Minho," Chan lifts his face to meet his own, "that is not what you are here for. That is not all that you are worth. You are my mate, and my Queen, and my love, even if you never give me pups. Even if Hia and Dal never come to be, alright?""How can you say that?” he whimpers “Chan, your bloodline-""That does not matter.” Chan shakes his head, “What matters is you. I want you, and only you."Minho's eyes widen, "You would sacrifice your lineage… for me?""There's nothing I would not give you." the alpha says honestly, projecting nothing but sincerity in his scent and his gaze."So if… if I am barren… even then, you would not take on a concubine? Not even if it was just to be a dam for your pups?""Never.” the alpha says resolutely, “Only you. The Bang lineage will survive even if I never sire heirs. I have enough cousins to take over that responsibility. All I would need to do is announce one of their children as heir.""Oh…” Minho mumbles, tears gathering in his lash line"Do not fret, darling.” Chan says as he pulls Minho into his arms, releasing comforting pheromones, “It may never even come to that. But, if it does, know that I prioritise you."Minho sniffles, "Thank you."
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The crisp January morning of Minho's anniversary finds the omega with his back arched where he's splayed over the settee in the common space of the king’s chambers, vision distorted with pleasured tears.He had been innocently lounging on the settee- admittedly scantily clad in nothing but his night robe, but innocent nonetheless- when his alpha had waltzed in after an early council meeting.
Chan had frozen in his tracks as he took in the sight of his mate perched prettily and comfortably, blond locks unstyled and cascading down his back, his robe sliding over his bare shoulder, exposing his mating mark and all the bites and bruises Chan makes sure never have the opportunity to fade.Chan is merely a man, a simple minded alpha.
Before Minho could even open his mouth to greet him, he was pounced on.
Minho had let out a startled yelp as he was tackled onto his back, his alpha not even bothering to untie his robe before hitching Minho’s thighs up on his shoulders and burying his face in Minho’s rapidly slicking cunt.
He ate Minho out till he came all over the inside of his robe, only then untying it so that he could lap up the omega’s release.
Minho had begged him for his cock and Chan gave it to him willingly and eagerly, fucking Minho till he convulsed and came all over himself again as Chan knotted him.
Minho is sated, head floaty and gleeful as he basks in his release, quickly descending into the fuzzy, warm headspace he usually does when Chan knots him.Chan coos at him, kissing sweet words into his skin as he grinds his knot into him, forcing airy, lilting moans out of Minho's mouth where he sucks on the fingers Chan had shoved in so he could lap up his own release.Once he deems them clean, Chan pulls them from Minho's mouth. The omega relaxes his body till his head is dropping back over the edge of the couch like a marionette on cut strings. He’s boneless, satisfied with the knot plugging his cunt full of his alphas cum.

He shifts, trying to get comfortable and whimpers when the movement has him pulling where Chan is locked inside him. Knowing the omega is still especially sensitive in his headspace, Chan pulls him up onto his lap, pressing kisses over his mating mark and cooing at him, releasing a comforting and content scent till Minho is all but a content purring bundle in his arms.
A perfect start to his day, Minho thinks. From the pleased rumble the alpha releases, Chan thinks much the same.
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Once they are all cleaned up and dressed for the day, Chan leads Minho out on a walk. Minho quickly realises that they are headed to his garden. It has been so long since he has visited, over a month, but he has been so busy planning their anniversary ball and banquet that he simply hadn't had time.
Chan has a suspiciously smug look on his face.“What on earth are you looking so sly for?” Minho asks, even as his smile remains in tact.The alpha only hums, “You will soon see, darling.”As suspicious as he was, nothing could have prepared Minho for the sight that met him when he reached the garden he shared with Chan’s mother.
“Chan…” he whispers, truly in awe of the structure before him, “Is that- is this a greenhouse?!”Chan wraps his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his hair, “It is indeed.”“How-? When did you get this done?”“Well,” the alpha hums, “Let us just say it was not only your responsibilities that kept you out of your garden this past month.”“It is gorgeous…” he looks up at Chan, elated, “Can we go inside?”“Of course.”If Minho was surprised by the sight of the greenhouse, what's inside takes his breath away.
The walls and arches are lined with Mirovian florae. Hibiscus, bougainvillaea, plumeria, bird of paradise- so many plants from his home he can't even identify them all at first glance.He gapes as he takes in the sight, “Oh, Channie…”“Happy anniversary, my love.” the alpha says brightly“This is gorgeous…” he mutters, “How? When?” he can't help but ask againChan giggles gleefully, “You have no idea how difficult it was to organise this without your knowing.”Minho continues to take in the sight before him, “I would never have imagined such a thing was possible…”Chan smiles, “The green house is humid enough for the tropical flowers to survive, even in a Levantian winter.”Minho is stunned, to say the least. He would never have imagined a gift so thoughtful. The thought that Chan organised this himself, and went to such great lengths to surprise Minho, just to make him happy… makes him a little hot under the collar.
“What are you thinking about so intensely, my Queen?”Minho flushes a brilliant red. He hadn’t realised he was making an expression that could betray the nature of his thoughts. He tries to keep his scent under control. He should absolutely not be thinking about such things in his late mother-in-law’s garden for Goddess’ sake.“Nothing!” he answers much to late
Chan eyes him knowingly, “Do not lie to me, darling.”“I- I am just in awe! Channie, dearest, this is so sweet and thoughtful of you. I am so touched.”Chan raises one eyebrow, “And?”“A-and?” Minho stutters.
“What else? You know I can scent you, my love.”“I-” he sighs, there is no use hiding such a thing from his mate, “I… was wondering what it would be like if you fucked me here…”Chan looks as if he is stunned silent, but very interested. The alpha licks his lips, eyes blown wide “Oh, I would-”
“Your Majesty!” Changbin calls as he bursts into the greenhouse, instantly breaking the tension Minho and Chan had been building up.
Goddess, it’s almost as if they haven’t already fucked for the day.
“Your Majesty!” Changbin calls again, addressing Minho, “The Mirovian Delegation has reached the capital!”

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Minho and Yongbok stand in the entryway of the castle, waiting impatiently for their family to arrive so they can welcome them. It has been an entire year since he has seen them last. He cannot wait to hold his mother, his sisters, his younger brother, and scent them again."Your Majesty? What are you doing here?"Minho looks up at the address, and deflates instantly. It is one of Chan’s ministers,
"Ah, Lord Choi. My brother and I are waiting to greet the Mirovian delegation."Lord Choi gapes, truly looking as if Minho had personally offended him, "You are the Queen now! You cannot do such menial tasks!"Minho chuckles humorlessly, "I like to think there is very little that is menial about greeting my family who I have not seen for a year.""It is indecent, your Majesty! This is beneath you!""Well, it is a good thing I need not ask your permission to do things in my own castle. Is it not, Lord Choi?”“Your Majesty-”“Minho! Yongbok!”
Lord Choi’s nonsense is cut off by Jihan’s elated scream as she barrels into her older brothers“Oh, Jihannie.” Minho sighs as he pulls her close, her milky pup scent calming him instantly and making him tear up all at once.
Wordlessly, Soeun and Jeongin join in on their group hug. Soeun’s soothing aloe and warm ginger scent mixes with the pup scents their younger siblings carry, and Minho's own cream and sugar scent to create a concoction that smells like family.
Minho is powerless to stop the tears that spring to his eyes
“Goddess, I missed you all so much.”
He pulls back so he can look at their faces
“You have all grown so much…” he trails off, taking in the new sharpness of Jeongin’s features, how Soeun looks every bit like the alpha future Queen she is, how Jihan is tall enough to meet his eyes.
“Look at you!” Soeun says wetly, “Queen of Levanter!”“You look so itchy!” Jihan giggles, gesturing to the high neck of his collarMinho laughs, “It is more comfortable than it looks.”“Oh… look at my boys…”Both Yongbok and Minho's heads snap up at the voice, “Mother!”They race to her pulling her into their arms and burrowing their faces into her neck, seeking the comfort only a mother’s scent could bring.“Heavens,” she whimpers, “I do not know how I will ever be able to part with you again.”
Minho laughs around a sob, “Do not think about that, you have only just arrived!”
“I know, I know. I just- I love you so much. I missed you everyday we were apart.”“We did too.” Yongbok purrs, “Missed you so much, Eomma.”“Minho.” a voice says coldly, pulling Minho from his moment of bliss.Ah, that's right. There is more to his family than just his mother and siblings
“Hello, Father.”King Chaeyeol eyes him like he is scum beneath his boot. He doesn't even bother to acknowledge Yongbok, “It has been a long time since I saw you last.”
“It has.” Minho says evenly, he refuses to cower before this man
Not that he ever had. Minho has always been too stubborn and prideful for his own good, but especially not now. It is not like before; Minho is not a prince, or a consort. He is a Queen, his father’s equal and he will meet every gaze of contempt with one of his own.
“I know you have all had a long journey.” He says as politely as he can manage, “Come, let me guide you to your accommodations.”The omega nods once and begins to walk, not waiting for his father’s confirmation. His siblings fall into step behind him like ducklings as they’ve always done. He assumes his parents do the same.As Minho guides them towards the guest wing, Soeun sports a devious smirk.“What is it?” he asks, eying her wearily. No amount of time apart would desensitise him to her mischief.“Oh nothing.” she sing-songs, “Just that you and King Christopher seem to be getting along very well~”
Minho flushes a little red. He only hopes their parents can't hear from where they trail behind them, “What makes you say that?”“Have you seen the state of your neck, brother?”Minho gasps, a hand flying to cover the nape of his neck just above the collar of his shirt.Damn Chan and his penchant for biting. Did Changbin truly let him leave his bedchambers with hickies visible-He's taken from his thoughts by obnoxious snickering from all four of his little siblings“You should have seen your face!”Minho gapes at them, cheeks ablaze as he drops his hand, “Oh, for Goddess’ sake!”As much as they are menaces, he missed them dearly.
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After Minho has guided his parents to their room, he sneaks his siblings into his own, even though he should absolutely be working on final preparations for the gala. The five of them gossip and catch up, he even builds them a nest and forces them all to scent it so they can cuddle like they used to when they were just pups. Minho’s heart is unbelievably full.
Still, he must tend to his duties at some point, and eventually he directs them all to their own chambers so that everyone can get ready for the gala.Chan’s eyes are locked on his omega as he gets ready, fiddling with an earring. He can’t stop staring at the deep ‘V’ cut of his neckline, the way the gown accentuates the slimness of his waist and his wide hipsHe's wearing one of the gowns Chan gifted him.Minho looks gorgeous.The omega catches his mate staring, going a brilliant red as their eyes meet."What is it?"Chan only smirks, striding over till he can place his hands on Minho's hips, pressing soft kisses to Minho’s neck. He smells so good. "Chan-" he whimpers, already giving in, "The banquet starts in less than an hour. We cannot keep our guests waiting-""Oh, can we not?""Channie,” Minho scoffs, “It is our banquet. We are the hosts-""And I am sure they will understand.” Chan entices, “At the end of the day even the King is still just an alpha. They have mates too, you know. And not one of them is as gorgeous as you, so I am sure our guests will sympathise with me if we are a little late."Minho sighs long-sufferingly, but only bares his neck for the alpha to do as he pleases.Chan rewards the submission with a nip over his mating bite, causing him to shiver."My omega,"
Minho's breath hitches.
"I want you all breathless and squirming on my knot. Do you want that too? I can smell you leaking for me." Minho can hear the grin in Chan’s voiceHe scoffs, “You knotted me just this morning-”The alpha licks down his neck, playing dirty as he suckles over his claim, "How can you expect me to go out in public and act as if I do not want to mount you heedless of whoever is around? Especially when you look like this?""I do it all the time." Minho purrs, "Do you think it is easy? Resisting the urge to present for you at any given moment is such an arduous task, alpha.""Minho-" Chan whines fitting his teeth over his claim, “Please, please-”Minho groans, “Channie, we do not have time-” “One knot Min-” the alpha whines, he's begging in a way that makes Minho's knees weak and the embers in his belly even hotter, “Just one, baby- kitten, please- that is all I need- please-”Minho thinks. He knows if he says no, Chan will accept gracefully and go out on the balcony to cool down and let Minho finish getting ready in peace. He also knows they really, really do not have time for this. And yet, he finds himself wanting the knot Chan is offering. Despite his rationality, he can’t find it within himself to turn it down.
The gala can wait.“Alright, alright. One knot. Let me-” Minho was going to suggest that they take it to the bed, but all he can do is gasp as he is promptly bent over his vanity.
At first, all Chan does is bite at his neck and grind against his ass. Then, the alpha flips up the back of Minho's skirt, very clearly trying to get access to his pussy.“Hey!” Minho snaps, “No! If you get cum on this dress Bang Chan, so help me Goddess-” “I will buy you a new one.” The alpha groans as he ruts against Minho, better able to feel the heat of Minho’s cunt through just the petticoat, “I will buy you a thousand new dresses, omega. You will look so pretty in all of them- gorgeous-” “What I want is to look pretty in this dress at our banquet. So, what you will do is help me out of it, then you can fuck me as messy as you please, understood?” He says, barring no room for disagreement.
The alpha lets out a dissatisfied growl, but pulls Minho up and undoes the fasteners on the back of his gown in record time before shucking it off of him. He takes his time to help Minho out of his petticoat, crinoline and undergarments till the omega is bare before him.“You too.” Minho says, prompting Chan to undress, “I helped design that suit, so you will not get it dirty.”Chan whines petulantly, but obediently undresses till he too is bare. As soon as he is able, he crowds behind Minho and promptly bends him back over the vanity.
“You can just fuck me-” Minho whispers when the alphas fingers start petting at his slick folds, “Loose from this morning, and I am already wet.” he giggles, “Something about you being so desperate to mount me must really get me going.”The alpha moans, “How are you so perfect for me?” He does not need to be told twice before he sheathes his cock inside his omega’s wet heat.
Minho hums, satisfied at being full, “Perfection is one of my many gifts.” he quips, “Your cock is not half bad either.”The alpha chuckles darkly, “I will fuck that snark right out of you.”Minho beams at the alpha over his shoulder, spreading his stance wider and arching his back enticingly, “By all means, alpha.”And fuck the snark out of Minho he does.
Chan’s pace is brutal from the start. Minho is sure there will be bruises on his hips when he next looks in the mirror from how firmly Chan is gripping him.
Was the alpha not desperate and whiny? If so, why does he have the energy and presence of mind to target Minho's g-spot with every thrust?
Each roll of his hips is forceful though to jolt Minho’s whole body, leaving him searching for purchase on the vanity, his hands knocking over powders and perfumes and bottles in their wake.
“Chan- Chan, ha!” The alpha grins, grabbing one of Minho's legs to hitch it up on the vanity, “Not half bad, right?”Minho groans, “Just- ah! Alpha-” he whines, “Goddess," he whimpers as Chan fucks him senseless, "What are you trying to do? Put a baby in me?"
The alpha only answers with a growl, pinning Minho down with a hand on the back of his neck. Somehow he pounds into him even harder, knot bumping at Minho’s entrance with each thrust.
It's then that the omega scents it; pre-rut. Minho realises with startling clarity that Chan is in fact, trying his best to put a baby in him. The mere thought makes him mewl.Minho can feel the alpha’s grin on his neck. It feels like his brain leaks out through his ears as Chan pulls out almost every trick he knows to make Minho cum. Tweaking his nipples, a hand presses down on the bottom of Minho's tummy so he can feel the way each and every one of Chan’s thrusts punches into his gut, the alpha’s lips right by his ear growling and moaning and setting tingles down his spine.And then, in one final blow, the alpha sets his teeth over his claim on Minho's neck, biting down hard enough to break skin; Minho shrieks as he cums.
The alpha fucks him through it till Minho is a purring, plaint puddle over his vanity. All the omega can do is mewl weakly when the alpha finally grinds his knot into him, locking them together.
Chan is saying something to him, Minho knows he is. He’s probably gloating about how well he bred Minho or something equally as silly, but Minho can't really hear him. His vision is distorted, he's dizzy and sleepy- suddenly Minho feels so sleepy. He closes his eyes for just a moment-
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When he regains consciousness, he is on his bed. He’s clean, dressed in his night robe and cradled in his mate’s arms.“-arling? Minnie?” that’s Chan’s voice.
“Hhnn?” he answers incoherently“Oh, thank the Goddess.” Chan whispers
“As I said your Majesty, his Majesty Queen Minho is quite alright.”Minho squints, his eyes adjusting to the light, seeing Miss Ahn’s blurry figure stood beside him. He looks out the window, it’s nearly sunset, the banquet will start soon. He could have only been unconscious for about 20 minutes.
“What happened?” he asks raspilyMiss Ahn smiles, “Your Majesty, you have entered your pre-heat phase.”
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Six years ago
Minho is excited. He can't recall ever being this excited. There is a pretty girl, in his bed and in his lap and she is kissing him. Yeji, his best friend, his
fiancé, and she's kissing Minho like she wants him. Today is her eighteenth birthday and she had spent most of the day with Minho before leading him up to his chambers where she kissed him. He's so lost in her; how pretty she looks, how soft her skin in, how nice she smells, that he doesn't even notice-
Yeji gasps, pulling back from Minho, “Is that…” she whispers her eyes blown wide in realisation before she springs off of Minho's lap and all the way to the other side of the bed.“Slick.” she whispers, awed and unnerved.

It takes him a few moments to process what happened. Minho got excited, and Yeji scented his slick. They stare at each other, twin expressions of horror etched onto their faces.
They sit in silence for a few long moments, as the weight of this revelation crushes down on them.
“I will never be Queen of Miroh, will I?” the younger omega whispers
Minho smiles solemnly, “Not unless you marry Jeongin, no.”She looks him in the eyes, “Why did you not tell me?” she whispers
Minho's lip trembles before he starts crying, “I am sorry- I am so sorry-” She makes her way back over to him, “No, no it was a silly question. How could you have told anyone?” she’s quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room being Minho's sniffles
“I will not abandon you.” she says.“Yeji, how can you-”“Maybe you won't present,” she says frantically, “Maybe you will stay unpresented and you can pretend- and we will still get married and the only person who will know is me- we can- we can say I am sterile-”“Yeji!” Minho cuts her off, “I could never ask you to throw your life away like that for me.”
Her lip wobbles, “How can I do anything else? Minho, you are my dearest, closest friend. I would do anything I can to protect you. It is not as if marrying you is such a burden.”He looks at her for a moment, and then presses a kiss to her forehead. They both know that Minho will likely present in the next two years, but the sentiment is sweet. If it makes her feel better, Minho will pretend even if he knows his fate is sealed
“Thank you.”
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Present
The omega's eyes blow wide, staring at the physician on disbelief, “Pre-heat…”Minho exhales, a wave of relief coming over him.
Pre-heat.
His heat is coming, at last.
Well, that certainly explains why Minho and Chan haven't been able to keep their hands off of each other all day.Miss Ahn smiles gently, “His Majesty the King began his pre-rut sometime this morning. It seems like it was the needed push to trigger you pre-heat. Though, it was very abrupt. The sudden flush of hormones likely overwhelmed your body. You lost consciousness for a few minutes, but you are quite alright, your Majesty.”Minho hums, sitting up in Chan’s hold, "Is it still possible for us to attend the banquet?"Chan growls, "Who cares about-"He quiets when Minho places a firm on his chest, "Your Majesty." he shoots the alpha a meaningful look before turning back to the physician,"I apologise.” Minho says, “Please, proceed."Miss Ahn bobs her head in a bow, "Yes, your Majesty. You are still able to attend tonight's banquet. So long as you both take fever reducers and suppress your scents, I believe you will be able to manage the festivities tonight, and have your mating cycles start sometime tomorrow.""Splendid. Thank you, Miss Ahn. You may prepare what is necessary, and have someone send it up to us."The physician nods and takes her leave, leaving the royal couple alone.Minho sets his glare on his alpha.Chan scoffs and rolls his eyes, "I fail to see why we should attend a silly banquet when we are about to enter our cycles. We should stay here in my den, where it is safe and I can breed you."Minho giggles and pets Chan’s cheek, "You truly are so cute, alpha mine. We will be safe at the banquet, worry not. And it is not silly. It is our anniversary celebration that I have been tirelessly planning for the past month and a half. We will attend. This is non-negotiable, understood?"Chan huffs and turns his head away, but Minho is quick do grab his chin and guide him back."Look at me when I am speaking to you."Chan whines, petulant and demanding in a way Minho is stupidly endeared to.
"Do you understand?" the omega repeats"Yes, your Majesty." Chan grumblesMinho smiles, "Wonderful."
Then, he crawls into Chan's lap and embraces him, pulling the alphas face into his neck and releasing soothing pheromones."Do not worry. It is only a few hours, alright? We will go and eat and drink and laugh with our friends and family, and I will stay by your side the entire night."Chan nods into his neck, letting himself be placated."Alright."
"And then, when it is over, we shall come back to our den. We can take a warm bath, and I will build us a nice nest…"The alpha hums as Minho runs a hand through his hair."Then, you can pin me down and fuck as many pups into me as you can." Minho smirks, pressing a kiss to Chan's hairline, "Does that sound good?"Chan growls lowly, "If you are not careful, omega, we shall never leave this room."Minho giggles, "I will be as reckless as I please. I already told you attendance was not optional."He kisses away the pout Chan makes in response."Come along, my love. You can help me get dressed again, and then scent me all you like."
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Minho is practically buzzing around the ballroom; speaking to this lord and that viscountess, accepting congratulations from this marquis and that duke. Even at a party like this, he still has so much to do and so many people to talk to.The omega has been separated from his husband for quite a while now. Despite their best efforts, somewhere along the way, someone had all but pulled Chan from Minho's side. Minho isn't even sure the alpha is still in the ballroom.
Suddenly, a head of pin straight black hair catches his eyes.It almost looks like…
The figure turns around to face him, sparking recognition as their eyes meet.
Minho barely manages to politely excuse himself from the conversation he was in before he's making his way over to the figure who is just as eager to cross the ballroom and reach him.“Yeji…” he whispers, only clasping her hands in his. Anything more would not be considered appropriate in public.Then, Minho suddenly remembers that he is a queen. Why should he give a fuck what is considered appropriate and what isn’t?He pulls her into a tight hug and she all but melts against him.
“Minho!” she sighs happily.
They pull back to look over each other properly
“You look better than when I saw you last.” he smiles warmly
“As do you.” she grins, “You look so happy and healthy… Are you? Happy and healthy?”Minho grins, “Honestly, I do not think I have ever been better.”“Then I am happy for you.” she beams, “Congratulations on your anniversary Minho. I wish you and King Christopher the best.”“I never imagined I could be this happy… that I could have this life with him.”“You deserve it Minho.” she says sincerely.“What about you?”Yeji flushes a brilliant red, and Minho descends on her flustered state like a shark drawn to blood.
“Oh?” He grins menacingly, “Have you met someone?”“I- I-”
Unfortunately, before Minho can properly delve into that, he feels a tap on his shoulder.He turns around, his face falls instantly as he takes in the figure before him.“Ah, King Chaeyeol.” he greets flatlyHis father nods once, “May I have this next dance?”“Oh,” Minho says genuinely surprised, yet weary, “Very well, your Majesty.”He turns to Yeji, eying her meaningfully, “We will continue this discussion, Lady Hwang.”
She nods quickly, looking equal parts relieved and flustered.Minho takes his father’s hand and is led to the dancefloor. To any outsider, this would be a sweet scene; a father sharing a dance with his child. Fortunately, Minho knows better and stays alert.As it turns out, his weariness is justified. Before their dance can truly start-"Are you with pup?"Minho blinks at his father, shocked that this question would be asked in the middle of the ballroom.
"What?" the omega asks"Are you with pup?” The king reiterates, “I cannot scent you to tell.""Ah-" Minho mutters, "That would be because I am wearing scent suppressors."His fathers brows furrow, "Why would you do such a thing? Is this some sort of Levantian custom?"Minho shakes his head, "Not at all. This was advised by our physician."Chaeyeol squints, "And why is that?"Minho chuckles uncomfortably, "I am afraid it is not appropriate to discuss on the dancefloor.""I did not ask you if it was appropriate. I asked you why you are being told to suppress your scent.”The queen squares his shoulders. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be spoken to like this since his second coronation.Almost."I have no issue telling you, father. We can discuss it later in private if you truly wish to know.""Do not get smart with me boy.” he whispers sharply, “Answer my question."And Minho could, it would be easy. 'I am in pre-heat.' is all it would take, but something about the way his father demands and expects Minho to yield, has the omega standing his ground. Has he forgotten that Minho is the Queen?
That they are standing in his ballroom, in his castle, in his kingdom? The audacity this man possesses is truly unrivalled."No." he says simply.Chaeyeol stops leading the dance to stare Minho down."...I dare you to say that again, omega.""No, your Majesty.” He repeats, “I will tell you when I deem it appropria-"Minho sees the hand as it comes towards his face, but he does not have enough time to dodge or brace for the impact. The force of his father’s hand colliding with his cheek knocks him to the ground with the entire ballroom as witness.He stares up at his father in disbelief. Minho isn’t so much surprised that he's been struck, it's far from the first time. Minho has actually grown quite tired of being slapped across the face, he's just surprised that his father is stupid enough to do it in front of so many people at Minho's own ball.The omega stares his father down, watching how he rages at the defiance in Minho’s gaze even as Yongbok and Jeongin rush to help him to his feet.Minho stands and dusts off his gown, sighing heavily. He’s so disappointed."I am afraid this dance is over, your Majesty." he says tightly, "Now, you will excuse me."He turns and calmly walks. Perhaps, if he pretends the entire interaction did not happen, everyone else will do the same.
Truly, wishful thinking.Yongbok and Jeongin trail closely behind him, both itching to fret but holding off while in the spotlight of the ballroom. They both possess the common sense King Chaeyeol lacks.Once they are out and make it a decent way away from the ballroom, they fuss over him."Hyung…” Yongbok whines, his eyes glassy with tears. He's always been the most emotional out of all Minho's siblings, "I am so sorry he did that.”"It is alright pup,” Minho smiles, "it was not your fault, and I am fine.” he sighs heavily, “I just… have to do quite a bit of damage control…"Jeongin stares at him, wide eyed, "I can hardly believe he would do something like that here.” Minho sighs heavily, “Let us just hope my husband does not fly off the handle when he hears…”
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Chan is fuming.Once he caught wind of what transpired in his absence, he had halted the festivities and sent their guests away. King Chaeyeol is currently confined to his chambers.The King of Levanter is absolutely furious. Minho barely managed to stop him from raging in the middle of the ballroom by promising to resolve this issue with the council. He can only hope the presence of the ministers will help tamper the murderous look in Chan’s eyes.Someone must be able to talk sense into him… right?This day was supposed to be fun, relaxing. It’s their anniversary for fucks sake. They were meant to get drunk and dance and laugh with their friends and family. Then, when all the festivities were over, they would have retreated to their den to fuck the heat and rut away.
But now, here Minho is in a council room, trying to prevent his husband from starting a war. And none of the King’s council seem to be helping him."The implications of the King Chaeyeol’s actions warrant a harsh and swift reaction."
Minister Kang says
The queen sighs for the umpteenth time, "You must take into consideration the cultural differences, my Lord." Minho repeats, "It is different in the isles. What he did would have been considered acceptable by Mirovian standards."Lord Kang scoffs, "I cannot imagine there is a cultural situation where it is acceptable to hit someone else’s queen."“I am not saying his actions are justified.” Minho reassures, “What I am saying, is that there is no need to-”"I want his head." Chan says darkly, causing everyone in the room to freeze."Your Majesty!” Minho reprimands."His hand then!” The alpha growls, banging his fists on the table, “The one that dared to touch you!""You cannot cut off his hand!” Minho pleads, “That would be a real cause for war!"
Chan’s eye twitches, "Are you implying that putting his hands on my omega is not cause enough?""That is exactly what I am saying. I know you are upset,” the omega tries to reason, “but I am his son-"
"You are my mate!" Chan bellows.Minho sighs once again, and pinches the bridge of his nose. He has to remember to be more considerate. The pre-rut must be affecting Chan a lot more intensely than pre-heat hits Minho. It’s not Chan’s fault that his alpha instincts are clawing at the surface, and actively eating away at his ability to see reason. He is begging for justice, he wants to avenge his omega."Everyone, out." Minho says after a moment's contemplationWhen no one moves, he looks up, irritated, "That was not a suggestion! Everyone out of this room! This council is adjourned."Much too slowly for the omega’s waning patience, they all trail out.
Once they are alone, Minho gets to stand in front of Chan."I know you are upset, Channie,” he says softly, “but you cannot start a war over this.""And why the hell not?!” Chan snaps, ”I have perfect grounds and motivation!"Minho sighs, "You are being unreasonable, my love. You cannot cause bloodshed over this trivial thing."The alpha growls, "You are my mate. He came into my kingdom- into my home where I invited him, and he hurt you in front of me- in front of everyone! That is disrespectful to both me and you. You think that is 'trivial'? That we should let it go?” Chan glares, “You are the Queen of Levanter now, Minho, you need to fucking act like it." Minho stares at him for one tense moment, two, before reaching up to Chan’s neck and pressing his thumb into the mating mark, rendering the alpha near immobile."Listen here, and listen well.” Minho's tone is gentle, but firm, “I am not happy about what happened today. I am angry and I am humiliated. But before all of that, I am the Queen and I must have my people's best interest at all times.”He forces the alpha to meet his eyes, “You are the King, Christopher. That means your people come before your own selfish desires. You cannot start a war without considering the fate of your people. Think of the Levantians, the innocent Mirovians. Do they deserve to suffer a war because their king is an asshole, and ours is impulsive? No. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”Chan sighs, clearly exhausted, “...Yes."“Good.” Minho nods, pressing a kiss to Chan's forehead, “We will handle this appropriately after your rut. Now, let us return to our chambers. I promised to build you a nest and let you breed me, did I not?”

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In the privacy of their chambers, Chan kisses him sweetly. The alpha’s hands are gentle as they pull him closer. Which is great- lovely, really- and any other time Minho would adore the tender affection. But at this moment, when the embers of heat burn in his belly and all he wants is to be pinned down and fucked stupid, it is just not what he wants or needs.
Minho knows, with rut pheromones clouding his mind, Chan must be feeling the same. So, why-?He pulls back from their kiss, the kicked puppy expression on Chan’s face making him feel very alarmed.
“Sorry love, was I too-”“-Chan are you holding back?”They speak at the same time, looking at each other in surprise.
Then the alpha whimpers, “I cannot hurt you! You have already endured so much today…”Minho furrows his brows, “Hurt me?”“I- I will be different now that I am in rut. Rougher, meaner and I do not- you have already been through so much today. I would never be able to forgive myself if I hurt you more.”The omega blinks in disbelief, “So you decided to just suppress your instincts?”
Chan says nothing in response.“Channie… you already fucked me twice today- you know I am not some fragile little doll. You would never hurt me.”The alpha looks down, almost embarrassed, “You have never seen me in rut, how can you know?”Minho takes his hand, “Channie, my love, I know you. I am your mate, and I know there is nothing in your instincts that would make you hurt me, you know this. You are my alpha, I trust you.”“But I-” and then, Chan begins to ramble, utter nonsense about how Minho doesn't know what he's getting into. Minho realises, there is no way out of this. Unless-“-Is it because you are afraid you won’t be able to fuck me like a real alpha?” he asks, expression flat, staring his alpha dead in the eyes; a challenge. Ah. There we go.Minho watches as something snaps in Chan. The alpha growls, his lips curling up in a warning snarl, but it slowly peters off when he sees the pure elation on Minho’s face at the reaction.He chuckles disbelievingly, sweeping his hair out of his face “You are provoking me on purpose…”“Is it working?” the omega asks smugly.Chan sighs, "Min…" but it's obvious just from his tone that the omega has won.Minho grins, sharp and victorious, “Good. Now, come on, prove to me that you can fuck me like a real alpha. Do you think I will let just anyone fuck me full of pups?”Minho can barely blink before he's hauled over Chan’s shoulder and marched into the bedroom where he is tossed none too gently on the bed.He looks up at his husband, his alpha, and shivers. Chan looks feral, almost mindless with want.Minho wants just as much.The alpha carelessly flips him onto his stomach and props him up on his knees.Minho seamlessly takes the hint, spreading his knees wider apart and arching his back to present his hole to Chan even though he's fully clothed.Chan chuckles darkly, "Smart little omega, aren't you?"Minho hums coyly, relaxing into the sheets as he feels Chan's hands settle on his hips, "I certainly like to think so.""Good." Chan growls before startling a yelp out of Minho as he rips the omega's clothes from his body, gown, petticoat and all, exposing the slick skin of his cunt to the open air. Minho does not have time to mourn his specially designed gown because the alpha is all over him.Chan groans, "So pretty baby, you smell so good." he leans down to lave a broad stripe over Minho's wet heat with his tongue, making the omega cry out.
"-Taste pretty too. You just have the prettiest little pussy, don't you, baby?" he grins, pressing a finger into Minho, "All for me, yes? Omega mine? You belong to me."Minho moans unbridled as Chan opens him up on his fingers, "Yes! Yes alpha! Yours!"Chan growls, the low rumble making Minho melt like butter into the sheets, and lines up with Minho's hole, easily sinking in to the hilt with how wet and open, eager Minho is for him in his heat."Good job, darling." the alpha coos, "You always take me so well, so easy and pliant for me.""Yes," Minho sighs, the heat in his belly easing slightly now that he's getting what he needs, "love your cock, alpha. Always want it."The alpha laughs, "I bet you do. Worry not, I’ll fuck you the way you want me to."
And then, he's finally moving, building up a decent pace, his hips smacking against the globes of Minho’s ass.It's good. Of course it’s good- Chan is fucking him.But Minho can't help but wonder, is this... it? Is this what Chan was afraid of? Did the alpha think he could hurt him with this? Sure, it’s a little rougher and faster than usual, but it’s a lot like how Chan fucks him when he has already made Minho cum a few times- when he’s selfishly chasing his own pleasure. Certainly nothing Minho can't handle… with the way Chan worked himself up about it, Minho was expecting a little… more. As if he can read his mind, the alpha laughs mockingly.
"Is this not enough for you, omega mine? Do you want more? What was it you said? Want me to fuck you like a real alpha?" His tone is condescending, Minho feels distinctly like prey caught in a predator's trap. It thrills him.The omega nods, "Don't know if I believe you can do it," he goads, "You are always so soft on me, maybe you just don't have it in yo- ah!" Chan startles him by grabbing both his forearms and yanking his upper body off the bed.Minho shivers, heat searing in his belly when the alpha’s lips brush his ear,"You are such a silly, desperate little thing, darling." he fucks up into Minho once, the angle making him choke on a moan."I will give you what you want, get you all stupid and screaming on my cock."When Chan finally starts fucking him with purpose, Minho has only a moment to think 'oh, this is what he meant' before thoughts of anything that isn’t Chan’s cock are promptly fucked out of him.The pace Chan sets is brutal- punishing almost, as he pounds into Minho, using the grip on his forearms to yank the omega back onto his cock."Is this what you wanted, dearest?" Chan coos, "For your alpha to make you dumb and helpless on his cock?" "Nnngh-" is the only response Minho can offer, struggling to process words much less speak them."You are so cute, always so wet and needy for me, no matter how I fuck you, hmm?"Minho yelps when Chan grasps his wrists in one hand using the other to tangle a hand in Minho's hair and yank his head back towards Chan’s shoulder so the alpha can speak into his ear."Do you know why that is?" he asks, and Minho does nothing but babble intelligible pleas for more."I think," The alpha whispers, almost conspiratorially, "it is because you know you are mine." he rumbles, "My omega, my mate. All of you is mine." "This is mine," he releases Minho's hands, holding him up by the grip in his hair, so he can grope at the omega’s ass where it bounces from the impact of his thrusts, "so is this," he trails a finger over Minho’s leaking cock.Chan’s hand moves to hold the front of the omega’s neck so he can pull him into a sloppy kiss. Minho is barely able to reciprocate, just opens his mouth for the alpha to do as he pleases, "This pretty pout is mine."His other hand trails down to pet at where Minho is stretched around him, "Your perfect little cunt belongs to me too." Minho feels his legs start trembling, suspended by the hand on his throat.The alpha’s lips ghost over his neck before settling on his claim, "This mark is mine. I put it there, I claimed you." he snarls."Even this part, right here is mine." the alpha mumbles as he strokes over the lower part of Minho's belly."Do you know what I am going to do with it?" Minho feels pleasured tears gather in his eyes as his climax draws near."No clue?" the alpha coos, knowing full well Minho is
much too fucked out to answer, "Well, I’ill tell you. Right here," he presses down on his stomach so firmly that Minho can feel the way Chan’s cock punches into him, "I am going to fill you up with my cum, and knot you over and over again till you are full to bursting with my pups."Minho throws his head back in a silent scream as his orgasm washes over him, his whole body shaking like a leaf.Chan coos gleefully, "Oh? You like that? You want alpha to fuck you till you’re pregnant? Breed you over and over again till you have my litter?""B-bitch" Minho stutters"Hmm? What was that, darling?"Minho pants, a little dizzy with the way the hand on his neck restricts blood flow to his brain, "Your bitch- m' your bitch.""That’s right," Chan growls, fucking him even harder, the oversensitivity making Minho tremble, "my little breeding bitch. Mine to breed and use whenever I want. Such a smart omega you are."Minho sobs when the alpha pulls out and releases him. He lets him fall face-first onto the sheets before he flips him over, pressing his knees to his chest, making Minho squeal as he fucks back into him.The alpha leans over him, pressing his arms next to Minho's head, the omega’s feet dangling in the air where they are perched over Chan’s shouldersChan can’t fuck him as fast like this, but it’s deeper- more intense and dizzying.He knows this position, it's something he was taught when he was found out to be an omega; and even if he wasn't, he feels like something primal and omegan within him would recognise it anyway; a mating press.
Almost like… like Chan is really going to-"Give me pups!" he cries, hands clawing at Chan’s back, "Please, alpha- Channie, want your pups."The alpha groans into his neck, nibbling at his claim, "Of course darling, I'll give you all the pups you want. Keep you crying on my knot and fat with my pups." "Yes, yes, yes-" Minho slurs, "Want i-it," he stutters when he feels the beginnings of Chan’s knot bumping against his cunt, "Want your knot, alpha please!" He cries."Alright, alright, omega mine." Chan hushes, peppering kisses over Minho’s neck, "I’ll give you my knot, breed you full and pretty."Chan somehow manages to fuck him even harder. Minho feels so overwhelmed he tries to cover his face, but Chan grabs his chin, growling
"No . Look at me when I breed you." and then he pushes into the hilt just before his knot expands to its fullest, locking inside his mate. Minho cries out, gazing into his mate’s eyes as they orgasm in sync.They both lay there, breathless, panting, content.Once Chan’s knot has gone down, and they are both clean and relaxed, they cuddle up together, purring happily after a ‘successful’ mating.
They have a long, pleasure filled week ahead of them.
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The worst thing about being Queen, Minho has learned, is that he never gets a moment's rest.
His heat has barely ended for an hour before he’s being cleaned up and ushered to a council meeting. In the four days of his and Chan’s mating cycles, King Chaeyeol has been held essentially hostage in his guest chambers. Now, they must decide what to do about him.Minho looks to the room of people before him, gaze heavy as he speaks, “Do we all agree that we cannot start a war?”Chan sighs heavily, disappointed even, but agrees with his queen nonetheless, “No, we cannot start a war.”“Good. That does not mean we will excuse King Chaeyeol's actions against the Levantian crown.” Minho turns to the room at large, “So? What shall we do?”After a long, tiring debate, it is decided that barring official business, King Chaeyeol would be banned from setting foot on Levantian soil. Additionally, Levanter will be imposing a tariff on trade with The Isles, and putting a caveat on the amount of steel Miroh can buy from Levanter each year; enough to use for local industrial purposes, but not enough for the Mirovian Crown to trade and make a profit off of.
What Minho and Chan agree on privately, is that they will nullify these terms once Soeun is coronated. After all, it is Chaeyeol they want to punish, not the entire nation.Minho stands and watches with a hard gaze as his father is forcibly escorted to a carriage that will take him to Key Bay port.
“How dare you!” Chaeyeol rages, fighting against the grasps of Levantian soldiers, “Is this how you treat the monarch of your ally?!”Chan's lip curls in irritation, he truly cannot wait to see this man go, “Perhaps you should have asked yourself that question before you put your hands on my Queen.” Chaeyeol scoffs, “You cannot treat me like this because I disciplined my own child.”“Minho is the Queen of Levanter and my mate, before he is your child.” The alpha snarls, taking on a defensive postureMinho nods from Chan’s side, “King Chaeyeol, I am now your equal.” he says, looking his father dead in the eyes, “Your crimes will not go unanswered. You will adhere to the new agreement of our contract without complaint.”His father looks positively flabbergasted, “Do you think you can alter a contract just like that?”Minho's eye twitches, “If you do not wish for Levanter to lodge a formal complaint to the Emperor for your treason, I suggest you comply.” The omega continues, “He may ignore skirmishes and espionage, but he will not take well to your disrespecting a union he approved himself.”His fathers face pales, and he says nothing else as he is all but shoved into a barred up carriage, and taken away.
Minho releases a long sigh, and turns to the rest of his family.His mother and siblings all look exceptionally contrite, but before any one of them can apologise, he holds a hand up, “I do not blame any of you. You are not responsible for our father's actions.”His mother sighs, putting a gentle hand on his cheek, “You are a good, just queen Minho. I am very proud of you.”He smiles, pulling her to his chest, “I learned from the best, eomma. Do not think I am unaware of just how many wars spawned of father’s temper, were stopped by your rationality.”She laughs softly, pulling back to study his features, “I will miss you terribly,” she turns to pull Yongbok from behind her, “Both of you. My big boys,”Minho smiles, “You are always welcome, even if father is not.”Yongbok sniffles, his eyes glassy, “We will miss you too, eomma.”Minho turns to his other siblings, leaving Yongbok and their mother to have a moment to themselves.
He sighs heavily, “You have all grown so much.” he pets over Jihan and Jeongin’s heads, who preen and melt into him, “I shall not allow so much time to pass without seeing you again, I promise.”The omega kisses their heads, “I love you dearly.” He giggles mirthfully, “Do not give our mother too many grey hairs while I am gone, alright?”Jeongin grins menacingly, “I make no promises.”Jihan smirks, “I will make sure father gets them instead.”Finally, he speaks to Soeun. He hugs her tightly. He loves all his siblings equally, but being the two eldest of the Lee children, Minho and Soeun have always been the closest.
She buries her face in his neck, taking in his scent, “It is so hard doing this without you.” she admits quietly.Minho hugs her even tighter, “I know. I feel the same.”
She giggles wetly, “You do it so well though, it is like you were born for this.”Minho hums, “I was. We both were; born to rule.” he pulls back so he can look her in the eyes, “I eagerly await the day when we can rule alongside each other as Queens.”She beams, even though her cheeks are wet with tears, “As do I.”Minho's heart twists as he watches his family be carried away from him in the carriage. Chan appears at his side, resting a comforting arm on his waist. Yongbok rounds his other side, resting his head on Minho's shoulder.
Minho takes the comfort they offer and he feels so grateful they are both here with him to make the sadness he feels a little easier to bear.
With a heart heavy, yet hopeful for their next reunion, Minho eventually returns to his duties as Queen.
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Upon walking into Chan’s office, Minho is less than pleased to find Lady Mae beside his husband, her hand resting on the King’s arm.
Chan, oblivious as he is, simply focuses on the papers before him. They are likely discussing the trade of steel, the only thing that could possibly concern Aura Mae."His Majesty Queen Minho." Changbin announces. Chan’s head snaps up instantly, the way his face dimples with a besotted smile easing the tinge of jealousy Minho had begun to feel when he first walked in."Ah, my Queen!" the alpha grins, so caught up in Minho he doesn't even realise that Lady Mae does not greet him nor the way she glares at Minho's presence, "To what do I owe the pleasure, beloved?"Minho manages a smile, despite the way irritation coils in his gut, "If you do not head off now, you will be late for council."
Chan startles, checking the grandfather clock in the corner of the room.“Goddess…" he mutters, then turns to Minho, confused, "Are you not coming with me?"Minho hums as his husband easily frees himself from Lady Mae’s grasp and makes his way across the room."I feel the beginnings of a headache coming on." he fibs easily, "I am not sure how well I will be able to tolerate anything that comes out of Lord Kang’s mouth, so you shall have to fill me in after."Chan pouts in concern, reaching up to pet gently over Minho’s cheek, "I understand. Make sure to take a pain reliever, yes? I shall have the apothecary prepare one and you can rest all evening till I can tend to you myself."Minho smiles, "Yes, dearest." and then he leans up to kiss Chan goodbye.It’s chaste at first, sweet, but then Minho parts his lips and wraps his arms around Chan’s shoulders as he nips at the alpha's bottom lip.His alpha predictably turns to putty in his hands; melting into Minho and letting the omega lick into his mouth and clutch at his shoulder. Sturdy hands find their home on Minho's waist and flank.When Minho starts to pull away, Chan chases after him. Like he's forgotten where they are, that they aren't alone. Good, Minho thinks vindictively as he lets the alpha claim his mouth once more, Chan’s attention should only be on him.He giggles and finally pulls away when Chan’s hands get a little too liberal and grope carelessly at his ass."Your Majesty!" he grins, "Do you not have a meeting to attend?"Chan groans as he separates from Minho, stepping back and letting the omega fix his clothes.His gaze on Minho is heavy and heated, "I am not done with you yet."Minho grins impishly, "Oh, please alpha! Mercy on your poor, sick omega." he coos as he adjusts Chan’s collar, petting his chest twice as he finishes, "Go on now.""Farewell, your Majesty." Lady Mae announces, startling Chan who had completely forgotten about her presence, "We will continue our discussion another time."Chan, properly flushed red, nods. "Yes, of course.” he nods."Lady Mae, my Queen." and then, he is out the door, leaving the two omegas to themselves.
Once completely certain his husband is out of earshot, Minho turns to face her, quirking a brow when he catches her glare."Do you have something to say to me?"Aura scoffs, "Jealousy is unbecoming, your Highness.""That is your Majesty, to you." he corrects easily, "Whatever do I have to be jealous of, Lady Mae? I am his Queen.""What you are, is a glorified bed warmer."Minho blinks in mild surprise, "Oh! So you are still bold enough to show your true colours!” he smirks, “Those are strong words from someone who has never managed to get in his bed, despite coveting the position so desperately."She flushes red and sputters, "I- what makes you so sure I have not?"Minho laughs darkly, "Is that so? You mean to tell me you let him fuck you, and it still was not enough for him to keep you by his side? That he had you right here, and he chose to bring me from across the sea to be his bride instead of you?""Do not sound so sure of yourself." she spits, "He wants me.""Does he now? He wants you, and yet I have everything?” He coos mockingly, “I have his crown, his name, his bite and his knot." he tilts his head. "What did you have, other than a possibility if all else failed? Why should I feel threatened?"When she does nothing but stare, he pushes further, "You think I feel jealous because he let you touch his arm? When he was beneath me, begging me for more as I sat on his knot just last night? Surely, even you can see how these things are not the same?"She sneers, "You are so vulgar! What a foul mouth you have!"Minho hums, sex with his husband is simply not something he feels shame about, "Is that so? Is that perhaps why his Majesty likes it wrapped around his cock so much?"She scowls, but is unable to come up with a response."I will not tell you this again." Minho says quietly, chillingly. "Know your place. Do not embarrass yourself by chasing after something you cannot have. Do not covet something that is not yours, because it is mine.” he makes sure to hold her gaze, “I will have you know, Lady Mae, I am fiercely possessive of things that belong to me. Whether you like it or not, his Majesty is mine. I am warning you gently this time, but in the future I will not be so forgiving."Aura snarls, "You are nothing but a filthy, Mirovian whore."Minho grins, "And you are a desperate, Levantian cunt. Now, get out of my sight."He quirks a brow and smiles sweetly when she remains motionless in her shock, "That was an order, Lady Mae."
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Minho fumes to himself as he gets dressed in the sluttiest thing he owns. Mint green and silky; a gift from Chan that was never intended to leave their chambers.The omega can't find it in himself to care; a man on a mission.He’s not jealous. He isn't! Minho knows full well that Chan would never even glance in anyone else's direction. But perhaps, he just wants to offer them both a little reminder of that fact.At the very least, he waits till Chan’s council meeting is over, before going to the King’s personal study."Christopher." he announces loudly and the alpha snaps to attention. Chan’s scent dips darkly and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he takes in the sight of his mate.“Everyone is dismissed until further notice.” Minho says, shooing away the King's attendants who scatter like ants and shut the doors behind themselves, leaving the royal couple alone."Did you, or did you not bed Lady Mae?" he asks, deciding to get the one little thought of ‘maybe’ that had been bothering him out of the way.
The alpha sputters in shock, "What?! No! Of course not. Why would you ever even ask that?"Minho hums, very satisfied with that answer, "Good. Who have you bedded then?"The alpha flushes a brilliant red, "I, ah- I have only ever slept with omegas during my rut. Those omegas were those who were... sent to me and compensated for their time. From a brothel, I believe.""So, no noble omegas?" Minho clarifies.
Chan gapes, "Goddess no! That would be indecent! I would have had to marry them if I did.""Good." Minho nods, "Lay on your back on the sofa." he instructs.Chan follows his instructions immediately, unbuttoning and shucking down his trousers unprompted.
Minho quirks a brow, “Oh? Are you expecting something, your Majesty?”“When you are dressed like that, and I can scent you leaking slick?” the alpha grins as he leans back, propping his arms behind his head, “A man can only hope, my love.”Minho scoffs, terribly endeared. He hikes the pretty silk of his dress up as he settles over Chan’s hips.
“Fortunately for you,” the omega purrs, “I am feeling generous.”
Minho revels in the pathetic sound Chan lets out when he shifts his hips and takes the alpha’s cock all at once.The alpha laughs breathlessly around a moan, “Fortunate me, indeed.”Minho wastes no time in moving once he's adjusted to Chan’s girth, setting a slow pace that stimulates him just right.
“You belong to me, don't you?” he asks breathlessly, bringing his hand up to caress Chan's face, the alpha flushed red, eyes blown wide with lust, “You do not even mind if I just use you to make myself feel good, do you?”The alpha groans when the walls of Minho's cunt flutter around him, “N-no, no I do not- ah! I do not mind at all.” he presses a kiss to the gland on the inside of Minho's wrist, “How could I mind? I am yours.”“Good.” the omega grins, “You know your place.” Before he's picking up his pace, the slick sounds of their coupling and their wanton moans echoing around Chan's study as he bounces on his mate’s cock.“Fuck-” the alpha whimpers, “Minnie- darling- please, please, please!” Minho giggles around a moan, “You don't even know what you are begging for, do you? You are just that desperate for me.”The alpha nods as he chokes out a moan.
Unfortunately for him, Minho is much more interested in using his alpha to get himself off, moving his hips in a way that feels better for him than it does for Chan. Minho grinds slow and dirty, spilling his release all over Chan’s very nice shirt and the skin of his stomach.
The omega pants, looking into Chan’s desperate eyes, palms resting on the alpha’s chest for support as he trembles with the aftershocks of his release. He whimpers a little when the alpha desperately twitches his hips up into his heat.He feels a little bad. He had planned to continue riding Chan like this, but he finds he doesn't have the strength in his legs, feeling unusually tired after just one round.
Fortunately for Chan, his mate is a quick thinker. He rises up, letting Chan’s flushed red, and still very hard cock slip out of him.
“Min-” he whimpers, “Your Majesty- darling, please-”Minho giggles, “Oh, do not fret, my love.”
Then, the omega promptly bends over Chan’s desk and hikes the back of his dress up over the swell of his ass, arching his back as he presents for his mate.“Come on, pup.” he coos, “Come fuck your omega.”Chan scrambles to comply, wasting no time in coming up behind Minho and mounting him, fucking him fast and unbridled like a wild animal.
“Oh!” Minho cries as the alpha shoves him even further up his desk, heedless of the papers and paraphernalia scattered over it, to the point that Minho feet barely touch the floor, scrambling to get up on the tips of his toes for leverage.
“Chan- ah!” Something about the angle, and the feral way Chan pounds into him in search of his own release has Minho cumming all over the inside of his gown for the second time.Chan follows soon after, whimpering and whining as he pumps Minho full of cum.
Good . Minho thinks distantly as he drifts. He's- really, really tired. He’ll just close his eyes for a bit…
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When Minho wakes, it is once again to the sight of Miss Ahn looming over him- he's getting tired of waking up like this.“Oh, goodness.” he groans, sitting up slowly. He looks around him; he is in his personal room, in his nest. Miss Ahn has her equipment spread out over his bedside table and Chan is pacing nervously, only relaxing when he makes eye contact with Minho.
“Oh, my love,” The alpha sighs, “are you alright?”
“I feel fine.” Minho answers, “Just… very tired?” he asks, directing the question at Miss Ahn, who is grinning at him.
“I have already examined you, your Majesty. You are indeed completely fine.”Chan scoffs, clearly displeased with the answer, “How can he be fine if he fainted?”Miss Ahn giggles, “Fatigue is simply a symptom of his Majesty's condition.”
“Condition?” Both Chan and Minho speak at the same time.
“Congratulations, your Majesty.” Miss Ahn bows her head, “Your last heat was a success.”Chan and Minho gasp.
“You are pregnant.”
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The first few months of Minho's pregnancy go by quickly. It feels as if one minute, his stomach is flat and he is only a month along, and then suddenly, it is April and Minho is staring at himself in the mirror, gazing at the slight distension of his lower belly in absolute awe.
His pup , he thinks as he caresses the bump. The baby he made with Chan. He had known it was there, obviously, but now he can see it. The sight brings tears to his eyes.
“Minho?” Chan asks as he returns to their chambers, seeking out his mate.“Channie!” he calls from the washroom, “Come! Come look!”
Chan ambles into their washroom full of excitement, only to freeze comically as he takes in the sight of his completely bare mate caressing the swell of his stomach.
Minho beams at him, “Look Channie, our pup.”“Oh, darling…” he sighs softly, coming up to rest his palms over Minho’s, “Already? I- it has hardly been three months- look at you.” Minho just smiles more, “I know. I am also surprised.”Chan presses a sweet kiss to his head, “They must be growing big and strong in there, hmm?”“Our baby.” Minho sighs,
Chan pulls him into his arms, pressing reverent kisses to the top of Minho’s head, “Our baby.”
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“Showing!? Already!?” Hajun asks, fretting over Minho, just as he has done since the pregnancy was discovered.
The older omega pauses in thought, "I suppose, I showed rather early as well." he turns towards Chan, pinching his cheeks, "After all, my Channie was a big, strong baby! Eight pounds!""Dam!" Chan whines, and tries futilely to escape his father’s grip, "Please-"
Hajun looks unimpressed, "What? You think because you are grown, I cannot pinch my own son's cheeks?” He turns towards his son in law, “Minho, I hope your pup treats you better. Imagine! You labour and carry them for nine long months, and then they come out and reject your affection like this."
Minho only giggles, beaming as he pets over the barely there swell of his stomach. It’s so easy to see where Chan gets his affectionate and playful tendencies from when he and Hajun interact like this.
He feels so happy . The only thing that could make this moment better would be the presence of his mother and siblings.
A thought crosses his mind, “...Father?” he says, the word feeling strange on his tongue. It’s only been a few months he's started using the term to address Hajun.
The dowager looks away from his whining, overgrown pup to turn to Minho, “Hm?”“Would you…” Minho trails off, “Do you think it is a good idea for my mother to visit towards the end of my pregnancy? I know you will be here, and I truly am grateful but… is it at all possible?”Hajun eyes light up, “Oh! Minho, that is a delightful idea! I shall write to her now! That way, she can ensure she is available come October!”
The older omega wastes no time scrambling out of the room, no doubt to do just that.
Minho's heart warms, thinking that if this works out, his whole family will be present for the birth of his baby.
He smiles at Chan, Chan smiles back.
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The fifth month of Minho’s pregnancy finds him making a very, very long journey.
The Clé Basin is a sight Minho has not seen since he was a teenaged prince, attending the last Empire summit almost a decade ago.It is still as beautiful ten years later as his memory serves. The lake glistens, he can see the Yellowwood trees off in the distance. Tents of the different kingdoms and fiefs of the Clé Empire set up not far from the bank. If he looks in one direction, he can see the Levanter mountain terrain in the distance, and if he looks to the next he is able to see the Clé Sea.Truly beautiful, yes, but Minho would be able to appreciate it much more if he wasn’t so fucking pregnant. Unfortunately, the Emperor Jinyong is not a very sympathetic man. All the leaders under his reign were to make the trek, even if that meant Minho had to travel for several days while swollen with Chan’s unreasonably large pup.When he finally sees Emperor Jinyong, it takes everything in him not to scowl.Instead, he and Chan bow in sync, “Your Imperial Majesty.”“Ah!” The older man greets, “If it isn't the union to bring peace and harmony. I hope this means the petty squabbles between Miroh and Levanter will cease, yes?”Minho suppresses an eye twitch. Petty squabbles?! As in, years of cold wars and lies and espionage that the Emperor all but refused to step in on?Fortunately, Chan replies before Minho can say something regrettable.“Our marriage has been a peaceful one indeed.” he smiles politely, “There are no issues between Miroh and Levanter at this time.”The Emperor quirks a brow, “And what of the tariff you recently imposed on trade between the two kingdoms?”Chan to his credit, continues to smile as politely as he can manage, “His Majesty King Chaeyeol has not made any complaints regarding this matter, Sire. Our peace treaty is very much in tact.”“Hmm.” The emperor hums. “Very well.” he redirects his attention to Minho, “Ah, Minho! The last time I saw you, you were a strapping little prince hunting rabbits in these woods! Now look at you! Claimed and heavy with an alpha's child.”
Minho nods graciously, pointedly ignoring the condescending tone in the Emperor's voice, “Yes. Very much has changed in the last decade, Sire.”“It is amazing how you managed to fool all of us for so long, when you take on the role of helpless maiden so easily!” he turns to Chan, chuckling as if they are sharing a joke, “Imagine, a little over a year ago he was defending the empire from south sea pirates, now he bares your seed and needs help to walk!”Chan does not laugh along, “We are very pleased to have been blessed with an heir.”The Emperor sighs, “Well, Chan my boy, I will see you on the hunting ground. See to it that your omega settles in with the others.”
“Your Imperial Majesty.” They bow as he walks away.

Minho sighs heavily once he is out of earshot and send his husband a meaningful look. The look he gets in return seems to say, ‘Later. We can slander him in private later.’ The omega acquiesces easily, “I suppose, I shall see you later during dinner?”"You know you do not have to stay with the ladies and omegas, yes?” Chan asks, “You are more than welcome to come with me."Minho chuckles, "I know you want me near you all the time my love, but I am alright. I have no issue staying here. Besides," he grins, rubbing a hand over the swell of his belly, "I am not exactly in the condition to go hunting, am I?"Chan pouts, and Minho kisses it away, "Go on, alpha mine. Go have fun with your friends. Me and the pup will be alright. One tea with the consorts of the basin will not kill me."
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The consort’s tent is abuzz with chatter, so much so that Minho is nearly overwhelmed when he enters.
"Oh! Your Majesty Queen Minho! How lovely to see you! How far along are you?" Duchess Sana, from Yellowwood, asks excitedly as soon as she sees him.Minho smiles gently as he answers, "I am soon to be five months, your Grace."They all look surprised, “Oh! And so swell already?”Minho tilts his head in confusion, but another lady speaks before he can reply.
"Oh how precious! You look lovely! You have the glow about you! I remember my first pregnancy, so savour it while you can. They only get more tiring!" she giggles and the other ladies laugh and agree with her, quickly forgetting the initial comment.
They chat and gossip about their husbands, and Minho contributes a little here and there. Honestly, it's exciting. He never talked like this with his knights... maybe every once in a while with Changbin to catch up on the castle staff drama, but nothing like this. He finds he isn't too bitter about being sequestered off with the other consorts."So, prince Minho," Lady Mae whispers conspiratorially, making all the other omegas lean in to listen. Minho had been having such a pleasant time he hadn't even noticed she was in attendance. He disdainfully notes that she addresses him inappropriately but decides to let it slide, not wanting to kick up a fuss before the other dignitaries.
"Is it truly his?"Minho tilts his head, visibly confused, “Whatever do you mean?"She giggles, "Do not feign daftness! The pup! Is it truly King Christopher’s?"The whole tent goes silent as the other ladies all gape at them, watching on with bated breath to see what will happen next."I am sorry?" Minho asks, in disbelief"It is a valid question to ask!" she giggles, no one laughs with her, "After all you are a Mirovian omega. And we all know their morals are rather... loose. Who knows who that pup belongs to? Especially since it is yours"Minho merely blinks at the audacity, "And what pray tell, is that supposed to mean?""You are your mother’s child after all! We all know third price Yongbok is not king Chaeyeol's child. Who is to say you would not do the same thing? Spread your Miroh whore legs for anyone who wants it. Especially when you dress like... that.""You dare spread rumours about the Queen of Miroh?" he snarlsShe quirks a brow, "Is it a rumour if it is true?"Minho nods once, "Are you particularly attached to your tongue?"He's pleased when she looks caught off guard. "What?""Your tongue, are you fond of it?""I-""I suppose you do not know as much about omegas from the Isles, as you claim. In Miroh, we take the tongues of ignorant cunts who only know how to run their mouths, and cut them off. I am thinking of implementing the practice in Levanter as well. I am very skilled with a blade. It will only hurt you for about a month while it heals.""I beg your pardon?" she screeches
"Then beg." he stares her down"H-how dare you!"Minho scoffs a laugh, "How dare I? How dare I? I am being nothing but kind and generous. I could have you beheaded on two counts of Lèse-majesté against two separate monarchies. I only intend to remove your tongue, would you rather I take your whole head? I can do that too."She growls, "I'm not afraid of a Mirovian whore."He smiles, “Perhaps you should be. I am not just any whore darling, I am the Queen of Levanter. Your Queen." She scoffs and leaves the tent, all the other omegas watch her leave."Dear Goddess..." he puts a hand to his head, feeling dizzy but unsure if it is from the altercation of general fatigue from pregnancy and travel.
The other ladies and omegas all flock to him, talking over one another
"Oh don't fret, it's not good for the baby-"

"I cannot believe she would-"

“How dare she-”

“Someone of her stature speaking that way to a queen of royal birth-”

"Why would she do such a thing-"

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Chan stares wide eyed as he watches Minho pace up and down the limited expanse of their tent."-And then, she called me a whore! In front of all the basin’s consorts! Has she lost her mind? She is so lucky I do not carry my sword, I would have severed her little wench tongue!” He scoffs, “How dare she imply that I would have anyone’s pup but my husband’s?! And then to talk about my mother? It is as if she was asking for death! Does she not know I have seen battle and war? That I am not afraid to slit the throat of a bitch who does not know her place?"
Chan nods once, resolutely, "Do you want me to have her killed?"It makes Minho pause abruptly in his rant, "I- what?""Lady Mae.” The King repeats, “Should I have her executed?"The Queen blinks in surprise at his husband, "Channie, you cannot-""I can.” he says unblinkingly, looking crazed in a way Minho finds strangely attractive, “High treason is punishable by death. So if you say the word, I will."Minho ponders, "I… I am very upset, but I do not know if I want to take it that far..."The Mae family helped the Bangs in founding the Kingdom of Levanter centuries ago. Not to mention, their iron mines were invaluable. To risk angering that family over a petty squabble…"May I think about it?" he asks.Chan nods, "Whatever you desire, my Queen."
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The Clé summit was a success… in the sense that Emperor Jinyong had been appeased by the reassurance that all the royalty and nobility under his domain will still come running to see him the moment he demands it. With reassurance that he still maintains complete, unchallenged power, he will hopefully leave them alone for the next few years at the very least.When Minho finally returns to Levanter from his two weeks of travel, he seems even larger than before he left. The difference and how much the pup has grown is almost jarring.
Hajun is the first, and only person bold enough, to point it out, “Are you certain you are only five months along?”Minho laughs uncomfortably, “Well… my heat was in January…”
“Yes, yes, of course. It is just… Minho, you are so large already…”“I am sure Chan’s baby is just very big and strong.” the omega mumbles through gritted teeth.Hajun shakes his head, making Minho very nervous, “No. No, Minho you are as large as if you were already full term… this is not normal.” the older omega looks up, visibly determined, “Come, let us go see the physician.”
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Minho is the farthest thing possible from comfortable as he lays on an examination table with Hajun eyeing him like a hawk as Miss Ahn feels around his belly.“You are rather swell.” is the first thing she had said to him, before ushering him with a disconcerting amount of urgency into her office.
She is clearly searching for something as her deft fingers poke and prod at his belly. What exactly is she looking for? Minho has no clue, because she has said nothing to him since he laid down.
She pokes at the left side of his stomach and freezes almost comically, before poking at the right side. She pauses again before using both her hands to press down on the sides of Minho's stomach simultaneously.
“Oh.” is all she says, looking genuinely surprised.
“‘Oh?’” Minho parrots, “What does ‘oh’ mean?!” he asks, his panic mounting
“Well, your Majesty-”“Minho!” Chan all but yells as he bursts into the room, “Changbin told me that- are you-? Is everything alright?”“Oh!” Miss Ahn exclaims before Minho can respond, “How fortuitous of you to arrive, your Majesty! Now I can deliver the news to both of you at the same time.”“...News?” Minho asks nervously
“Yes! As you know, your Majesty, you came in with concerns regarding the size of your stomach. And your concerns were valid, if you were experiencing a typical pregnancy, your stomach would be abnormally large for this point in your gestation.”Chan furrows his brows, “Is that to say, Minho's pregnancy is… atypical?”“While investigating his bump, I was able to feel two separate heads.” She answers.Minho stares at her blankly, too frazzled to piece any information together.
“Your Majesty is carrying a litter.” She smiles, “You are pregnant with twins.”
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"Your Highness!"

“Goddess!” Minho yelps, startled as Lord Kang barges into his personal office, a hand unwittingly flying to cover his bump. As usual, the minister is unannounced and uninvited."Lord Kang!" Ryujin shouts, "What is the meaning of this?! You cannot simply barge into his Majesty's office whenever you please! Greet him properly, and apologise for your impertinence at once!"Lord Kang shoos her dismissively, "I have no time for such pleasantries! This is urgent, I must speak with the consort!"Minho narrows his eyes, "That would be his Majesty the Queen, to you. Whatever you have to say, say it quickly so that I may return to my work."The queen really does have a lot of work to do. It has only been a few weeks since his return from the summit, and as diligently as his attendants had worked in his absence, it still seems to have stockpiled."Dismiss your subordinates!” The minister demands, “This is sensitive! I will not speak to you with the help around!"Minho quirks an eyebrow, "You can. These are my most trusted advisors. Either you speak now in our presence, or your matter can wait to be discussed at next week's council meeting."Kang scoffs, but compiles, "Very well. What is this madness I hear about executing the first daughter of the Mae house? Do you not know that family is a cornerstone in Levantian history?"Minho scowls at the mere mention of the woman. He honestly hadn't thought about her, or the incident much. After receiving joyous news on the twins, Minho had simply been too happy to think about unpleasant things like Aura Mae. Not to mention, he was terribly busy with writing letters to inform his mother and siblings.
"I do indeed.” He smiles dryly, “ Perhaps they should have raised the young lady with more manners?""Regardless of her manners, this is an extreme reaction! The Crown’s relations with the Mae family must stay strong!"That irks Minho, “And should the Mae Family not strive to maintain the same said relationship with the crown? I am not at fault here, Minister Kang. How dare you come here to lecture me?”The minister sighs tiredly, “Your Majesty-”"It is not something that has been decided.” Minho tilts his head in confusion, he wonders how did the lord even hear of this? “His Majesty has left the decision in my hands, and I have yet to come to a conclusion. It seems I need to remind you that Lèse-majesté, high treason, is punishable by death according to Levantian law.”Lord Kang sighs again, "This is my advice as a member of the royal council; do not kill Lady Mae. Instead... you should have her publicly apologise, and then personally reconcile with her."“Reconcile?!” Minho blanches, "And why should I do that?""It is what is best for Levanter." Lord Kang says firmly.Minho looks at Ryujin, “What say you, Lady Shin?”Ryujin looks very uncomfortable, “If it were any other family, I would never even suggest your Majesty stoop to ask for reconciliation… but as it is the founding house of Mae…” she trails off.Minho sighs and nods, "Very well. Lord Kang, if you can get that girl to apologise I will accept it, and meet with her to reconcile."
Chan is decidedly less than pleased when he hears of this proposed meeting. He seems to be seething actually, barely concealed rage simmering just beneath the surface. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw as he speaks to Minho.
"Minho, you absolutely do not have to meet with her. It is one thing to decide against execution, It is another, insane thing to accept her apology. But a private meeting..." he tells his mate earnestly, “She is not worth it! She is undeserving of your time and effort and especially undeserving of your mercy, or mine!”Minho is terribly endeared with his alphas concern, "All will be well alpha mine, you need not worry. Honestly, leaving it in the air is more stressful to me than resolving it. If I can wash my hands of this and humble that woman all at once, then I will be satisfied."Chan grumbles. He's clearly displeased, but he does not want to take away Minho's control over the situation."Very well, darling.”
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"Please, Your Highness, try this tea. The Mae family has been brewing it for generations."Minho smiles as politely as he can manage, "How generous of you. However, as I am with pup, I cannot accept it. I am not to consume anything that has not been personally approved by the royal physician. Those are His Majesty's orders."Aura smiles tightly, "Well, at the very least, allow me to pour you your usual tea.""Ah, Lady Aura, there is no need. I can call in an attendant to pour for the both of us.""Nonsense,” She dismisses, “I am your subject, am I not? And you are my senior. It is only right that I pour for you. Besides, I am the reason we are having this tea."Minho sighs, truly having neither the will nor desire to fight with her, "Very well."False niceties truly do not suit her."His Majesty seems to keep you on a tight leash." she comments snidely as she pours his cup.Minho nods, pretending the jab goes over his head as he pets gently over the swell of his stomach, "I am heavy with his firstborn. It is understandable that he is protective.""You must be a very obedient omega consort." she smiles as she hands him his tea
His eye twitches at the title, “Queen.” corrects, but nods and takes a sip. The tea tastes better when he makes it himself, "I try to be. His Majesty makes it easy, he is not an unreasonable alpha."She hums, smiling as she watches him take another sip, "Even if he were, it would be understandable." her lips quirk up, Minho belatedly notices she has not made herself a cup of tea, "As you said, it would be... such a shame if anything were to happen to that pup."Minho pauses, something uncomfortable swirling in his gut. Maybe instinct- maybe something worse
He looks down at his cup, and registers the taste on his tongue, something... is not right... Something is very wrong.
He places the cup down as quickly and calmly as he can manage before turning to the side and leaning over the arm of his chair. He jams his fingers to the back of his throat, forcing the tea from his stomach. He repeats the motion and only brings up bile. He does it a third time to be safe, and the fourth time, he only coughs and hacks, but nothing comes up,"Han!" he calls his voice is coarse, and he's panting, but his knight hears him and rushes in with his guards anyway."Escort Lady Mae to her room and ensure she does not leave. Summon the physician, take this tea to the apothecary to be tested, have a maid come in to clean this mess, and bring me the King.""Your Majesty…” One of Han's subordinates says quietly, “His Majesty the King is currently in a council meeting-"Minho growls, hands clutching at his stomach, "Bring me my Alpha!"They nod curtly as they drag Lady Mae from the room, "Yes, Your Majesty.""I hope you bleed!" Aura screams, "The firstborn of Levanter should have been mine! Not from the womb of a worthless Mirovian whore!"
When Chan rushes in minutes later, Minho is shaking, tears in his eyes as he protectively cradles his stomach.
"Oh... darling-"
Minho's head snaps up, a sob bursting from his lips as he finally sees his husband,
"Alpha!" he cries, and Chan is quick to gather Minho in his arms"I'm so sorry! I'm so stupid! You told me not to- I should not have let her- I'm such a foolish omega-""It is alright, Minnie. Everything will be okay, omega.""But it's not! What if... what if she...""Shh Minnie,” The alpha hushes, “Miss Ahn will be here soon, alright? I am sure all is well with our pups."
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“Lady Mae fed you a poison containing motherwort and wormwood.” Miss Ahn says softly, “These herbs are commonly used to trigger a miscarriage.”
She looks at Minho’s trembling form where he is laid out on her examination table, an undeniable pity in her eyes.“...Did you swallow it, your Majesty?”“Yes- I- no- but-” Minho stutters over his answer, “but I- I brought it up immediately after I realised something was wrong-”She purses her lips, “Have you… felt any movement since then?”Minho’s grip tightens on Chan’s hand in his own, “…No.”The physician nods solemnly, “How about you have some ice water? It should stimulate them enough for some movement.”Minho dutifully drinks the water once it's handed to him, waiting impatiently for something- anything. Chan is silent and tense at his side.Then, Minho gasps.
At first, there is the barest fluttering sensation, and then there is restless squirming in his stomach.
“Oh-” He sobs, a hand reaching up to cover his mouth, “Oh, Goddess-" “What is it?” Chan asks in alarm, “Darling-”“They are still moving!” he cries, bringing Chan’s hand to rest upon his stomachMiss Ahn breathes a sigh of relief, “This poison would have taken a fatal effect in mere minutes if it had managed to enter your bloodstream.” she smiles tiredly, “Well done your Majesty. Your quick thinking saved you and your pups.”
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"Minho…" Chan calls softly, before they enter the trial room, "Are you sure you want to come with me for this? I will not be very… diplomatic." Minho knows that Chan is angry, furious- murderous, just as he should be. But he also knows the alpha is keeping it under wraps as much as he can manage.Chan has given Minho full authority over the situation because he knows Minho can handle himself. He knows that Minho much prefers to handle matters such as this himself and Chan is nothing if not respectful of Minho's wishes.
What Minho doesn't understand is how the alpha could possibly conceive that the exact same rage is somehow not burning through Minho as well.Minho tilts his head to the side, studying his husband, "Alpha, we have long moved past diplomacy. That wench tried to kill our pups. My pups. I want her to hurt. Anything less and I will be disappointed. Do you understand?"Chan nods once, "So we are on the same page.""Of course we are."They walk into the courtroom room hand in hand. Calling this affair a trial is simply a courtesy; Minho and Chan are here for sentencing.
Lord Mae is bowing before them, Lady Mae is kneeling in shackles. Once the King and Queen are both seated, Lord Mae is quick to beg."Your Majesties please! Have mercy!"Chan scowls, "Do you understand why we are here today, Lord Mae?"“… Yes I do.""And yet, you still have the audacity to beg us for mercy?" Chan scoffs, "The Mae and Bang families have been close for generations, from the dawn of Levanter, and this is how you repay your closest ally?""King Christopher-""It was one thing for Lady Mae to insult the Queen, to defame him. His Majesty’s generosity is boundless and he decided to pardon her transgressions.” Chan says lowly, “I trusted that you would take care of it on your end; that you valued the Bang-Mae relationship enough to manage those in your house and rectify the issue. And yet, here we are."Lord Mae trembles, "If- if his Majesty the Queen had not provoked my daughter-"Chan's eyes blaze with rage, "His Majesty the Queen, is the only reason she is still alive!” The king snarls, ”Lèse-majesté is punishable by death. I could have had her hanging from the gallows weeks ago. It is my Queen’s mercy that saw her spared. He even granted her the opportunity to repent and reconcile! Which Lady Mae squandered by trying to murder my firstborn. Do you understand that I have every single imaginable right and motivation to have her executed? And you dare try to pin responsibility on my mate?"Lord Mae hangs his head, "I am sorry, your Majesty.""You should have led with that." Chan sighs, "His Majesty the Queen and I have decided that death is too easy and quick a punishment for Lady Mae. She will suffer for her crimes against the royal family."Aura’s head hangs low, at least she finally seems to know her place.
“What… what is to be her punishment?” Lord Mae asks, voice trembling.
Finally, Minho speaks, “Firstly; her tongue shall be severed by my hand.”Aura’s head snaps up to meet Minho's gaze, burning with defiance. If Minho wasn’t so angry, he would find her behaviour amusing.
“Then, she shall be publicly stripped of her title and family name.” Minho speaks slowly, keeping her gaze, “Then she will be taken before the people, and flogged. Thirty lashes. Finally, she will serve the rest of her days in a Mirovian omega prison, Where she will work in the jewel mines till she perishes.”Minho finishes speaking, and nods once only then meeting the horrified gaze of Lord Mae. “This is her sentence.”“Prison!? Your Majesty, she is of noble birth! If you wish for her to work in a mine very well! Why not allow her to work in the Mae steel mines, as opposed to all the way across the sea in Miroh? A Mirovian prison! It's savage- she won't survive!"
“It would be quite nice if she could serve her sentence under the protection of her family, would it not? How sorrowful indeed.” Minho hums from Chan’s side, entirely unimpressed, "She tried to play god with the life of my pups, now her fate is in the hands of the Goddess. If she does not survive, then so be it."
“That is not all Lord Mae,” Chan speaks, “If you wish for the house of Mae to remain in decent standing with the Crown, you must permanently remove Lady Aura Mae’s name from your family registry.”Lord Mae gapes, “Your Majesty?!”Minho can't help but grin menacingly, “The choice is yours, Lord Mae.” He tilts his head, “What do you value more? The favour of the Crown? Or that of your murderous, treasonous daughter? You have till she boards her ship to The Isles to decide.”Chan nods once at the guards stationed in the courtroom,
“Take her away.”
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Minho’s mother was immensely thrilled at being invited to stay with Minho during the final weeks of his pregnancy. She had responded as promptly as possible, stating that she would not miss the opportunity to be there for Minho and meet her first grand-babies for the world.
The invitation was also extended to his siblings, but unfortunately Soeun could not make it due to her responsibilities as crown princess. She was forced to remain in Miroh with their father who was not invited for obvious reasons.
And so, the chilly month of August finds Queen Isuel, Prince Jeongin and Princess Jihan arriving in Levanter during the 30th week of Minho’s pregnancy in a flurry of excitement and joy.
Though, his mother had hardly reacted well to the news of the attempt of Minho and his pups. Iseul had scowled bitterly when she heard of it.
"What an insufferable little wench,” She had barked, “I hope you cut that treasonous, disgusting tongue clean off!"Minho smiled, already preening, "I did Eomma, with my own blade. Clean off, just like you taught me!"
Iseul grinned proudly and gently scented over his head, "That’s my boy!”Minho is elated to say the least, sitting in his very comforting nest surrounded by the scent and voices and laughter of his family as they all settle in with each other.
The peace is only disrupted when Minho hisses slightly, making everyone in the room fret and fuss over him.
"Ah," he dismisses reassuringly, “It is just the heartburn, do not fret."
Immediately, his mother exclaims excitedly, "Oh! You know, I had severe heartburn with you, and you were born with that beautiful head of locks! Those pups must have a lot of hair!"
Hajun perks up, "As did I! Oh, I had terrible heartburn with my Chris, but I never realised it was because of all those curls!"
And then, the two soon to be grandparents were chattering excitedly to each other, sharing their experience with pregnancy and parenthood.Minho casts a weary look towards Chan, who is already looking at him with a matching expression.
The two dams will be insufferable together.
Minho is so, so happy.
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The Queen of Levanter is in the middle of a trial when it happens.One minute, he is very attentively listening to the detailed recount of a disagreement between a chef and a head maid, the next he is crying out and clutching at his stomach as contractions wrack through him.
The pain is so dizzying he doesn't even notice the way his gown is soaked after his water broke. He can barely process Changbin and Seungmin at his sides, the younger omegas yelling instructions to everyone around him as they escort him to the nearest room.
He is laid down somewhere, he knows he is because the strange not-nest scent on the pillows by his head only serves to make him sob harder.
And then, the familiar scent of tropical fruit and spices hits his nose, smoothing over some of his nerves. He hadn't realised how desperately he was seeking out that scent.
‘Mate’, his omega sings, and just the knowledge that Chan is here for him, by his side, holding his hand, eases just the slightest bit of pain.
Someone is urging him to breathe; in and out slowly. Then, as the pain increases, to pant- pant- blow, a repetitive mantra that feels like it does absolutely nothing to soothe him in the moment.“You are doing so well, darling.” he hears whispered into his ear, and Minho can only sob in response from the pain searing through him,

“Push now, your Majesty!”

And he does. He pushes with everything he has and only ceases when he hears the shrill cry of an infant.
If only that was it. But no , he doesn't get to stop there. Instead, Minho is urged to keep pushing, because stupid fucking Bang Christopher Chan just had to go and put not one, but two of his giant babies in him, like the overachiever he is.
He must say something to the effect because he feels kisses to his forehead where Chan whispers, “I know, I know. I'm sorry, my love.”But he persists, and bares down, a final scream leaving his lips as he pushes out the second pup. Then, he all but collapses back onto the bed, Chan’s face filling his view.“Puppies-” he pants, feeling dizzy and exhausted, “Are they- Channie?”Chan looks away from him for a moment, to where Minho does not have the energy to look, before smiling back down at him.“They are healthy, darling. You did well.”Minho can almost physically feel adrenaline leaving his system.“Good.” is all he has the energy to say.“You can relax now, my love.”And Minho does. He takes the water that is offered to him by Hajun, and basks in the comfort of his mothers touch as he makes Chan narrate action for action what is being done with their pups.“They are washing them now, love. The second is the louder one. They’ve got such lungs!” Chan says in aweAfter a few more minutes pass, the physician approaches, “You may hold them now, your Majesties.” Miss Ahn says, finally. Minho struggles as he sits up, eased with Chan’s and his mother’s assistance. Once situated, he eagerly reaches for the small, squirming, bawling bundle presented to him.
“Your firstborn, a girl.”She's practically pink. Her wrinkly little face is contorted with the way she screams but she's easily the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
She quiets some once he presses her to his chest, hiccupping little sobs as she nuzzles into her dam as much as a newborn is able to.“And your second, a boy.”Minho shifts his daughter around on his chest, making room for his son, who does not quiet his sobs in the slightest. His little face is even redder than his sister’s as he bawls.He looks up at Chan, the alpha smiling proudly even with the way tears stream down his face. Minho nuzzles the bundles best he can, trying to get his scent on them, he accommodates Chan when he brings his wrist down to do the same
“Goddess-” Chan whispers, “Minho, just look at them…"Minho is looking at them, he can hardly pull his gaze away from the bundles in his arms. In this moment, despite the agonising pain he was in mere minutes ago, he feels unadulterated joy. He feels so proud of them, his pups, for being so beautiful and so healthy and strong, their little lungs already proving to be so powerful as they scream.
But also, proud of himself; for seeing this through. For growing these beautiful and powerful little pups himself and keeping them safe. For coming to a place where his future seemed bleak, and making a life worth living for himself. For accomplishing his goal with a smile on his face.
The sweet, syrupy scent of Chan’s happiness alerts him once again of the alpha’s presence. He smiles up at his mate.“Our Hia, and our Dal.” he says softly, "They are finally here.”
"They are." Chan agrees, "And they are so beautiful, Minho. You did such a good job, a perfect dam."
The omega grins, "We did well." he juts his chin down, gesturing at their little faces, "Look. Your son has your nose, and your daughter your lips."
The alpha grins, pressing reverent kisses to Minho's temple "Thank you, Minho. Thank you so, so much."
Chan is thanking him for his family, for his love, for the future they're going to have together. He doesn't outright say these things, but Minho understands them all the same.
Minho shakes his head. They made this family together, they both put in the work to secure their future. Minho loves Chan, because Chan loved him first.
"Together, Channie." he smiles, pressing a kiss to where Chan's palm cups his cheek, "We did this together."
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After the birth of his twins, Minho takes a very nice four months away from his duties to be with them. It's not relaxing by any means, twins are obviously a lot of work, even if the Queen has a team of nurses and nannies at the ready to assist him. There are certain things he wants to do himself, caring for his children is one of them.

“Your Majesty…” a young girl starts nervously, she’s one of the new maids brought in specifically to care for the prince and princess, “Please- allow me? It is dirty.”

Minho's expression is flat as he pauses where he was cleaning Dal's face from a little spit-up that had gotten all over the young prince as well as his Dam.

“There is no need. I am capable of wiping my son's face.”

The girl seems frazzled, as she scrambles to pacify the irritated monarch,

“I am not doubting your capabilities! It is just that- you are the Queen. Your hands should not touch something-”

“-Dirty?” Minho scoffs. Unfortunately for the girl, he is quite fed up with being treated like he can't or shouldn't care for his own children.

“It is milk.” he deadpans, “My milk. That is all he eats. There is nothing dirty about it.”

The young nurse bows her head, seeming to know when she has lost a fight, “Yes, your Majesty. I will fetch you both a change of clothes.”

“Thank you.” Minho huffs as she scurries off.

The omega has to resist the urge to roll his eyes as his husband walks into the room, his daughter contently cradled in his arms and a smug, amused look on his face.

“Do not give me that look.”

Chan smiles, “They only wish to help, darling.”

Minho's lip curls in a light snarl, “That is not

help

, Christopher.

That

is doing everything for me. These are my pups, and I will raise them and care for them just as my mother raised and cared for me. I will not have my motherhood taken away by a member of staff.”

“I know.” Chan says easily, “We will raise them together, but you are allowed assistance. It does not make you any less of a mother.”

The omega sighs, “I understand that. I simply do not like the idea of anyone telling me not to touch my own baby because he is

‘dirty’

.”

Chan furrows his brows, “Hmm.”

Minho laughs at the alpha's concerned face,

“Now

you take issue with it? I thought you said they only want to help?”

The alpha bites his lip, “...I concede, my love. Perhaps… there is no need for such a large group of people to assist.”

Minho nods, pleased that he has been heard and understood. Still, he does understand why Chan wanted a team in the first place.

“I will compromise.” The omega says kindly, “I know you only want the assurance that all is well while you cannot be with us. So I will pick one nurse, and one nanny to stay with me till the pups are old enough. The others will be delegated elsewhere or dismissed.”

Chan nods, “As you wish, my Queen.”

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While the respite from the duties of the crown is enjoyed, it must come to an end at some point.

Ryujin and Hyunjin have been covering Minho’s duties, and even Chan has been spacing out his work out so that he can be around Minho and the pups for a large chunk of time everyday. Alas, a king is still a king, and a queen, still a queen; they must inevitably return to work.

The twins are older now, five months. Old enough even, that Minho and Chan allow Dori around them, and technically, more than old enough to be left in the care of a nanny. So. Minho makes his first attempt at attending a council meeting since giving birth.

Unfortunately, Dal has his little heart set on thwarting this attempt. From the moment he woke up in the morning, he refused to stop screaming unless Minho was holding him.

The Queen looks at his son, the little thing absolutely pink in the face from Minho's last attempt to hand him to his nanny. The omega’s eyes water, it

hurts

to see his baby so upset.

“I do wish to come with you, Channie,” he says softly, doing his best not to upset the ever fussy boy in his arms, “But I cannot leave him like this. What sort of mother would I be?”

He sighs dejectedly, “Maybe we can try again in a few months. Once they are a little older.”

The King eyes his husband carefully, their comparatively easy daughter lounging comfortably in her father's embrace, happily gnawing on a tassel that dangles from his shoulder.

“What if…” he starts slowly, “we simply bring them with us?”

Minho jolts in surprise, making Dal huff angrily in his arms until Minho hushes him again.

“...Truly?”

Chan nods, sure of himself, “I fail to see why not. They are our little prince and princess after all.” he nuzzles the side of his daughter's head, cooing “It is never too early to start shadowing us, right Hia?”

The little girl giggles and mimics the cooing sound to the best of her ability. It makes Dal giggle too. Minho's heart melts, feeling warm and full with the love of his family.

“Very well,” he agrees easily, “Let us take them with us.”

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The ministers, as usual, are less than pleased to see Minho. They are even less pleased to see his pups in the council room.

“Your Majesties?” Lord Yoon asks, visibly confused.

“Yes?” Minho answers flatly, a little unaccustomed to using an indifferent tone after the past few months of talking to almost no one except his pups and mate.

“Should his Majesty the Queen… not be tending to the heirs?”

Minho pointedly pets over his son’s head, “What is it that you think I am doing right now?”

“Your Majesty…” Lord Kang trails off.

The Queen scoffs, “Did you think I would abdicate my duties as monarch now that I have children?”

The room goes silent. No one dares answer aloud, but it is painfully obvious they are thinking a resounding

‘Yes’.

Chan chooses that moment to speak up, “There is a financial matter on our agenda today, if I am not mistaken. That is his Majesty the Queen's domain. He ought to be included in the discussion.”

The ministers are left with no choice but to carry on the meeting as usual. Dal and Hia are as well behaved as five month olds can be; only quiet cooing and gurgling as they play with the gems and tassels on their parent’s chests.

That is, until Dal starts fussing. The prince is hungry. Having already discussed and resolved the financial matter, Minho feels comfortable tuning out the rest of the meeting to focus on his pup.

He pulls the shawl over his shoulder and unbuttons his blouse so that Dal can latch and nurse.

“Your Majesty!” Lord Kang sputters when he realises exactly what Minho is doing, looking all too scandalised.

Minho furrows his brows, truly baffled at the outburst.

“Lord Kang?” he asks.

“This is highly inappropriate behaviour!”

Minho only blinks, stunned. Fortunately, like the good alpha he is, Chan steps in.

“And what, pray tell Lord Kang, is so

‘inappropriate’

about feeding my son?”

Lord Kang seized up, truly surprised at the King's outburst

“I- Your Majesty, I mean no offence. It is simply that the conference room is no place for such…

activities

. They should be reserved for the privacy of one's nest.”

Chan quirks a brow, “Prince Dal is hungry here and now. And like any dutiful mother, his Majesty the Queen fed him. Are you suggesting that you would have preferred he allowed the First Prince of our nation to starve?”

Lord Kang gapes, like he truly cannot understand how the direction of the conversation shifted and now he is in the wrong.

Chan glares, eying each minister meaningfully, “If my Queen needs to feed our pups, he will do so. It is not your place to tell him when and where he can engage in such activities. Do I make myself absolutely clear?”

There are several mumbled agreements.

“Excellent. Now, Lord Yoon, I believe you were giving a report before Lord Kang’s unruly outburst?”

From then on, The Prince and Princess of Levanter accompany their parents to the weekly council until they settle with their caregivers at around seven months old.

Whenever they hunger, Minho pulls his shawl over his shoulder and tends to them.

Not a single one of the ministers dares to speak against it again.

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A month later finds Minho beneath his alpha, their lips locked in a sweet kiss. The pups are long asleep in their own room only a few doors away.

It's the first time in months Minho has even

wanted

this.

The omega does not feel an ounce of shyness as he lays bare beneath his husband.

He knows his body is different; softer, plusher in some places, silvery lines litter where his skin has been stretched in others.

Still, he isn't the least bit worried about what Chan will think. He knows these changes are proof that he carried life, that he gave birth to Chan's pups, that he hasn't had the time or desire to restore his body to its previous state because he spends all his time with their son and their daughter despite the legion of subordinates at his disposal who could do it for him.

Minho knows this, and he knows that Chan knows and appreciates it. It's evident in the reverent way the alpha presses soft kisses to the pudge of his stomach, across each stretch mark on his hips and belly, the cellulite on his thighs.

Minho can't possibly feel embarrassed when he feels so appreciated and worshipped.

Chan fucks him sweet and slow that night, possibly the slowest he ever has. His pace is consistent as he presses kisses over every inch of Minho's skin he can reach.

The alpha holds his mate close, one hand wrapped around his waist and the other on his cheek.

They gaze into each other's eyes as their climaxes grow near. Letting out moans and gasps of pleasure, sweet nothings and declarations of love pouring from their lips as they bring each other to release.

The husbands pant into each other's mouths in the afterglow, exchanging sweet kisses as they bask in their highs.

They only stop once they hear the sound of a shrill infant cry.

Minho sighs, smiling gently, "How considerate of them to wait till we are finished."

Chan giggles, hissing slightly as he pulls out, pressing a kiss to Minho's forehead, then his lips.

"I will go get them."

Minho hums, relaxing as the alpha walks away. After a moment, he gets up and takes the top sheet off their bed, then retrieves one from the cupboard.

When Chan returns, both twins are in his arms and looking far too awake for the time of night.

"Both of them?" he blinks in surprise from where he is already bundled up in the sheets.

Chan hums, "You know she cannot sleep when he is fussing."

Minho sighs, taking their son from his mate's arms and settling him by his side. Chan follows, getting into bed and setting their daughter down between them.

"She is such an attentive big sister." he coos as he reaches across to pet over her hair, grinning when she giggles and clamps onto his hand with chubby little fingers.

Minho scents gently over her head with the gland on his wrist before doing the same to her brother.

He borrows down comfortably into the fresh sheets and watches on happily as Chan does the same.

They fall asleep like that; their pups cradled safely between them.

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Five years later

“Eomma!” Dal whines, “It is so hot!”

“I know.” Minho sighs contentedly, “Is it not lovely?”

Dal huffs, “No! Too hot! I feel sticky!”

“Well,” Minho hums dismissively, “if you had listened when Eomma told you to take off your scarf, you would not be in this situation.”

“I cannot!” Dal shrieks indignantly, the five year old’s voice making Minho flinch, “This is my lucky scarf! Uncle Yongbok said that- that must keep it on until we dock!”

The omega resists the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Yongbok would say such a silly thing when he isn't here to bear the brunt of Dal’s whining.

Ever since becoming an ambassador between the two kingdoms, the younger beta travels frequently between Miroh and Levanter.

Of course Dal sees his word as law; he follows his uncle around like a puppy and worships the ground he walks on.

Instead, Minho hums soothingly, “How about, you put it on like this?” then he takes the scarf from around the child's neck, tying it onto the loops of his pants like a belt.

Dal gapes, “Eomma is amazing!”

Minho smiles, pressing a kiss to his pup’s head, “Anything for you, my love. How about you go see what your daddy and Hia are up to? They may be looking for dolphins.”

Dal’s eyes sparkle and he gasps, before darting out onto the deck, leaving Minho to recline in the cabin by himself.

He sighs at the quiet, resuming his reading before he's interrupted again. This time not by a pup, but by his mate.

Minho smiles prettily as the alpha comes in and presses a kiss to his lips before darting down to press a quick kiss to his belly as well.

"Hello, my love." Minho says softly, "Where are the pups?"

"Changbin and Hyunjin are watching them, worry not." Chan chuckles, "Jiyoon is asleep, and Hwi refuses to go anywhere near the railing, so there are enough hands to keep tabs on our little rascals."

Minho giggles, "Have you seen any dolphins?"

Chan shakes his head, a terribly fond look on his face, “Not as yet. But I am certain we will know once they do. I doubt Dal will be able to contain his excitement. Honestly, I am a little concerned he will dive after them.”

Minho laughs.

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Hia grins wildly as she all but sprints off the boat, darting down the pier and onto the sand to grab at a scuttling crab, her blonde curly hair flying around her in the sea breeze.

Minho smiles fondly as he watches her, breathing in the familiar, salty Mirovian sea air.

The smile falls from his face when Hia turns around, showing off her spoils of victory, cackling maniacally as she holds up a squirming crab.

"Eomma! Daddy! Look!"

Chan speaks up before Minho gets the chance, "Hia Bang! Put that down this instant!"

“But Daddy!” she whines, knowing Chan is weak to it, “I caught it fair and square!”

Minho quirks one brow, staring her down, "Hia."

She pouts sulkily, dropping it dejectedly before trotting back over to her parents and sibling.

Minho sighs, "It is very impressive you were able to catch the crab, darling." he says placatingly, making meaningful eye contact with Chan who picks up instantly.

"Yes, very impressive baby girl! Especially since crabs are so fast! Eomma and Daddy just do not want you to get hurt, alright?"

She grumbles, but acquiesces with a nod, “Alright, Daddy.”

After waiting for a while, letting the children hunt for shiny rocks and seashells, they eventually board a carriage. The bumpy Mirovian roads soothe Minho as he points out different landmarks and buildings to his children, showing them his homeland for the first time.

When they arrive at the palace, Chan steps out first, giving Minho his hand as the omega steps out the carriage, giving his husband a grateful smile.

The alpha then helps Hia and Dal hop out of the carriage. Hyunjin assists his own family on the other side.

Minho beams with pride as his pups

‘ooh’

and

‘ahh’

at the opulence that is the Mirovian Royal palace.

“This is where your Eomma grew up.” Chan says to the pups, riling them up as they express their shock and disbelief.

Hyunjin walks up from behind them, greeting the Mirovian attendant who came out to escort them to the palace. Changbin lags at the back with his pups in tow.

Minho feels elated and at peace as he walks up the familiar pathway to his home. He feels even more elated when he sees his little brother waiting for him at the grand entrance. He resists the urge to sprint for the sake of decorum.

But then, he sees the plump bundle cradled in his arms and abandons all pretences.

“Oh, Ayen-ah!” Minho coos as he hugs his baby brother, who doesn't even pretend not to preen under the older omega’s attention, “I missed you!”

Jeongin holds him close for a moment, obviously scenting him before he whispers a soft, “Congratulations.” to his older brother.

Minho giggles his thanks, and all but beams as he pulls back to look at the baby in his brother's arms, “This must be little Princess Haewon.”

Minho laughs delightedly when his brother places the pup in his arms. He feels a touch on his waist and turns to see that Chan has caught up with him.

“Channie, look at my second niece! Is she not gorgeous?”

Chan smiles, looking at the young Prince, “She's a beautiful girl, Jeongin.”

“Uncle Innie! Uncle Innie” the twins scream, racing and knocking into the young alpha’s kneecaps, “Where’s uncle Beomgyu and Minji?”

Jeongin scoffs a laugh, how typical of the pups to ask after his mate and child before properly greeting him.

“I missed you both too.” he smiles, ruffling errant blond hair, “Beomgyu is giving Minji her archery lesson. They shall both join us at lunch.”

“Hyunjin, Changbin. It is nice to see you and your pups again.” Jeongin politely greets, which the attendants return with a polite bow.

“Oh, Innie, is mother available?”

Jeongin’s brows furrow in thought, “She should be soon. I believe she was in a meeting. By the time we reach her quarters it should be quite finished.”

Minho nods, “What of Jihan and Soeun?”

“Jihan is occupied with her studies. She has been so busy since Soeun officially appointed her as her second.” Jeongin sighs, “And Soeun… well, the duties of a Crown Princess you know well.”

Minho hums, picking up Hia to balance on his hip once she tugs on his skirt.

“Perhaps I can-”

“Minho!”

An all too familiar voice bellows, startling the omega and causing his mate's grip to tighten on his waist.

He exhales a heavy breath before turning to face the inevitable.

“Father.” Minho bows his head politely.

Hia buries her face in the side of Minho’s neck in the face of an unfamiliar alpha. In turn, Dal whines at Chan till his sire picks him up so he can do the same.

“King Chaeyeol.” Chan mumbles as respectfully as he can manage.

“King Christopher.” his father replies, no small amount of disdain evident in his voice.

Then his gaze fixes on the children.

“Ah, the elusive Prince and Princess of Levanter.”

Minho sighs, understanding immediately what his father is getting at. They are royalty after all, and there are formalities that must be observed. He sets Hia down, who, to her credit, does not fuss, only stays near to her dam.

“You may introduce yourself, love.” he says gently.

She looks up at him unsurely, before stepping forward and doing a little curtsey,

“I am First Princess Bang Hia Helena of Levanter your… Grace?” she looks to her dam,

“Majesty.” He corrects easily

“Your Majesty.” she finishes her curtsey before stepping back to hide in Minho's skirt.

“And the boy?” Chaeyeol asks.
Minho looks to where Chan is not-so-subtlety trying to pry Dal from his person, with little success as the pup only uses his spider monkey grip to cling tighter.“Dal,” Minho calls softly, and the pup relaxes, “It is alright. Get down and introduce yourself like your sister did. Then Daddy will pick you up again, hmm?”Dal finally releases his grip on his father and allows the alpha to settle him on the ground. He assumes a polite little bow just as he was taught.“I am First Prince Bang Dal Damien of Levanter, your Majesty.”
He holds the bow for a moment just as he was taught, before straightening up and turning right back around and sticking his arms up for Chan to hold him.Despite the alphas irritation at the presence of his father-in-law, he can't help but smile at his son, kissing the side of his head when he picks him up.
“Well done, pup.”“Timid things, they are.” Minho's father says
Minho quirks a brow, “They are not timid. They are reasonably wary of strangers, just as I raised them to be.”“I am no stranger,” Chaeyeol’s lip curls in irritation, “I am their grandfather.”“A grandfather they do not know.”“Through no fault of my own.”“On the contrary,” Minho quips, “it is through every fault of your own.”That causes the king to go silent, staring Minho down. Minho, always one for a challenge, defiantly holds his gaze.Eventually, his father gives up and sighs, then tries to change the topic.“The girl, she is a pretty thing.”
Minho stiffens, weary, “...Naturally. I am her dam.”“Minster Oh has a son about her age. There could be some benefit for you in a union like that.”Minho's eye twitches, he feels Chan stiffen beside him.“The Prince and Princess of Levanter will not be entering into any engagements until they are presented and of age.” Minho states firmlyHis father gapes, “That is preposterous! Unheard of!”
“That may be so,” Chan adds cooly, “but it is also non-negotiable.”As Chaeyeol is about to respond, there is a babbling from behind them.
From Changbin’s arms, Jiyoon coos and babbles animatedly in a typical one year old fashion. It draws attention to both herself, and her older brother Hwi who had previously gone unnoticed.“Oh? And who might this be? Illegitimate children of yours, King Christopher? And here I was led to believe you were so terribly enamoured with my son.”Minho answers for Chan who is stunned silent at the mere implication of infidelity.“They are the children of my personal attendants, Hyunjin and Changbin. Since both of the parents were accompanying me, it made sense for the children to follow as well.”“I-”“Father.” Jeongin cuts in, trying his hardest to pacify the situation, “Minho and his entourage have travelled long and far. Perhaps you will excuse them, and allow some time to wash up and rest before the welcoming luncheon?”The King hums. As always, he is soft on Jeongin, who he views as his only ‘real’ son,
“Very well. I shall see you all this afternoon.” he nods stiffly before taking his leave.Once out of earshot, Jeongin sighs tiredly, suddenly looking much older and more mature. It saddens Minho.“Come now, Mother's meeting should be finished. Let us go greet her.”To Minho's pleasant surprise, he finds the rest of his family in his Mother's private parlour.
The twins shriek, going up to hug their grandmother and aunties before dragging their cousin, three year old Minji, off to play with Hwi in tow.Minho gets a long, good hug from his mother, and two more from his little sisters. Even one from his brother-in-law!He's surprised to have found Souen in the Queen of Miroh’s comfortable presence, but is pleased nonetheless. It seems much has changed in his absence.Soeun and Jihan look tired, but they both assure him that as exhausting as their responsibilities may be, they are still satisfied with the work they do and the efforts they make. It is something Minho understands all too well, and it comforts him in a bittersweet way that his little sisters can now feel the same. How much they have grown into fine young women in their time apart.After chatting for a while, gossiping about this and that, like how Yeji has all but run away with Ryujin to Levanter , or the Baroness Yu is with her fourth child , Minho retires to his room.
His room , he thinks wistfully as he walks in to find it unchanged after almost seven years. It is still clean and tidy, no doubt his mother's doing.
Soonie and Doongie dart to him from their perch on his old bed, likely also his mother's doing, and circle around his ankles, meowing loudly and excitedly. Though they are greyer and slower in their old age, they still remember Minho, still love him. He wishes he had the foresight to bring Dori with him to visit.Minho pets them for a while, coos and plays with them before he finds himself drawn to the glimpses he can see through the doors leading to his balcony.
Without thinking much, he makes his way over, the cats trailing behind him, and takes in the magnificent view from his private terrace. The sight after so long truly takes his breath away; the glistening turquoise of the ocean, the golden sand and the lush green florae.
His first home.
When two strong arms surround him, he leans into the embrace.
“I used to gaze upon this landscape every night before I slept, and every morning as I rose.” he says softly
“It is beautiful, Minho. Your homeland is beautiful.”Minho hums, “Thank you.” he turns around to face his husband, “Thank you for bringing me back. For allowing me the opportunity to see my home again, to show it to my pups.”Chan shakes his head from where it's set in the crook of Minho's neck, “You need not thank me for such things my love. We should have done this sooner.”Minho thinks of how easily he could have ended up with a different alpha, a different husband, not his Channie. An alpha who would have used him only to bear offspring, locking him up and throwing away the key.

Minho is so happy. So lucky.He smiles softly, “I thank you anyway.”Chan sighs, but does nothing to contest the words. He only holds Minho closer and follows the omega's gaze.“The water is so pretty.” he mumbles into Minho’s neck.“We should go to the beach, and take the pups. It is about time they learned to swim.”Chan hums, pressing his smile into his mate's skin, “Very well.” he says, “Whatever you wish, darling.”

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Minho smiles, leaning into Chan’s embrace. There is a hand on his belly and the warmth of the Mirovian sun on his skin as he breathes in the salty sea air.
He watches on as the twins, and the other pups, run and play in a shallow pool as Hyunjin and Changbin watch over them."My siblings and I used to play in this very tidepool when we were about their age..." he smiles wistfully, creamy scent sugary with happiness, "I never thought I would get to see my own pups play here."
He tilts his head back, gazing at his husband. Chan looks different in the Mirovian sunshine but just as charming; his dark curls windswept, a loose cotton shirt hanging off his broad shoulders.The alpha’s gaze is just as warm and full of adoration for Minho as it always is.
"You know I am happy, yes? That I am happy with you, and the life we have?"
Chan’s smile gets even warmer, his scent syrupy, "I know." he presses a kiss to Minho’s nape, over his claim, "I know, because I am just as happy with you. You are the love of my life."
"And you are mine." Minho smiles, eyes drinking in the image of his contented mate. The sound of their children's laughter and the crashing waves fill his heart with warmth.Minho savours the feeling of the sun on his skin, the view before him; Mirovian ships sailing by in the near distance, his children happily splashing and playing, the sound of their shrieking laughter ringing through the little cove they've chosen to occupy. The omegas vision is filled with blues and greens and gold, so stark in contrast to his home hidden away in the snow capped Levantian Mountain Terrain, where the cold finds you even in the summer; but it is no less happy.
He closes his eyes, tilting back so his head rests on his mate’s shoulder, purring quietly when his large hands come to rest on Minho's belly where their third pup is steadily growing.That is what Minho is; happy. Even though he has a week full of meetings with his father ahead of him, and a dinner to suffer through this afternoon, he is happy at this moment. Be it sunshine or snow, frozen over ponds or crashing waves, chilly gardens or warm tide pools, Levanter or Miroh; Minho is happy.
With his family by his side, Lee Minho is completely and utterly content, incandescently happy.

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