'It's a bit odd to think about the fact, my whole life have been spent like a fool ' Atreus said walking through the hallway. It's a long narrow path filled with various paintings and decorations.
suffocating with silence, the kind where a pin drop sounds like an explosion.
Dark surroundings filled with a ghost like atmosphere. Walking through it Atreus felt more small and helpless then he is. Today is the official meeting of The Central council. This council is the ruller of the world in other words every kingdom that ever exist in this world. The head of the council is basically the king of every forbid.
Today is the meeting for every prince and princess of every kingdom. Atreus Zaiven the young prince of Wrath wales The Land of Vampiars. An dominant omega. His older sister the crown princess of Wrath wales, Faiona Zaiven an alpha.
Thuse he is nervous about his identity being revealed or perhaps something else. He don't even know why is he hiding his second gender. There is nothing wrong with being an omega nothing wrong in being fragile, he can even rule if he wants to. It's just he can't, his heart doesn't let him , he was not made to command or lead, he feels suffocated to do so, to be cruel and Heartless.He likes being more soft yet more
, like he can't explain nither he wants to.
'the meeting starts in 30 minute, I still got some time left. ' He was feeling a bit cold yet hot today, like the air was cold yet he was sewating.
Ignoring all these he walked gracefully like the ground itself created patels for him, his black long coat flying at his back.
His posture straight. the red vest and slacks showed his perfect structure, his narrow waist to his perfect hips. His black cravet with a little ruffle lace on it as it was emboided with a pure red rubby in the middle. Black ruffled high collared dress shirt moved as he walked. At the right side of it is a hanging teardrop shaped red gem with the help of two wings.
His long black coat filld with numerous silver chains and jewelleries.
'Should I meet with Faiona before hand? Men I can't wait to get out of here ' As his heels cliked he walked with perfect grace as if the ground itself created petels for him.
In beauty Atreus comes wayy before anyone with his slightly long hair that lands at the top of his nape hiding his glands slightly as it losesly falls at the top of his eyes, parting at the sides.
His lips blood red, plump and full. Lashes that dancess as he blinks. Deep eyes that glows with emotions, always narrowed as of to threaten and hide their real shape. His skin that of a soft white with a pinkish glow giving a seductive touch. Elegent and seductive.
People say he is beauty sculptured by god himself.
He was near the board meeting for all the heirs of all kingdom when suddenly it felt like his freedom to breath was taked away from him. As an intoxicating and a very intense scent hit him with full force.
He looked up from his sight to see a tall and dark figure coming towards him. His aura was so strong it made the people around him like a background hustle. The more closer the figure got the loser the scent becomes as if the other have noticed his presence.
Atreus can't help but want to be closer to the intensity again.
He was no fool, he know who that person was even if the the figure wasn't in his view yet.
There was only one person so strong and perfect to effect anyone from that far. That is the one and only the head and controler of the cantral castle a.k.a the canvavic castle.
Atreus froze in his spot. It's not like Atreus never heard of him or don't know him it's just he never saw that man from his own eyes. How could he look like, monstrous? Odd? Dangerous? or handsome, sharp and etherial?
Curiosity got the best out of him instead of walking back he walked infront.
As he got more closer he got more hotter for some reason and
Atreus thought it was for nothing until he was met with the most breathing taking view ever seen through any living beings eyes.