A Patient Love 2/?
Title: A Patient Love
Pairing: UKUS
Rating: T
Warnings: Omegaverse, age-gap, Mpreg, and slight historical inaccuracies.
Summary: Prince Arthur has finally been granted a male Omega by his brother, the king. Alfred is soon to learn the treacherous ways of royalty and that adulthood in this world is not at all kind.
First Steps
The carriage ride from Alfred's home to his new mate's manor was a long and nervous trek. Rumors about the prince were not good, and it only served to make the young Omega all the more scared of what his future was to be like. Being mated didn't automatically mean a happy relationship, even if it was one to be shared with a royal family member. Prince Arthur could truly be as cruel as people said. He could mistreat Alfred if the Omega didn't produce.
"Alfred," the boy's father hissed beside him. He put his hands on Alfred's. "Stop toying with your fringe. You want to look presentable for the prince."
The boy stuck his hands under his legs, but it did little to improve his mood. His crimson jerkin was too hot with the shirt and doublet underneath, and the collar scratched under his chin. As he was being dressed this morning by his attendants, he was warned time and time again not to dirty his stockings. It was all about the first impression. While Matthew was a more robust male, Alfred was too lanky. His baby-face made him appear far younger than he really was. Duke Jones had been muttering about building muscle mass on the young boy for months, but it was to no avail. Alfred ate more than he worked out. Now, he worried that it might come back to bite him.
Did the prince want a more filled out male? Did he not like how skinny Alfred was? Would he notice the small love handles? Would he sneer at the pimples on his face? Would he-
"Alfred?" Duke Jones asked, interrupting Alfred's worries. "We are here, son. Your new home."
The carriage came to a soft stop, and then the door opened. First, Duke Jones stepped out. Then, it was Alfred's turn. He was careful as he stepped out into the gloomy day onto the dirt and sand path. The manor itself sat on the edge of a beautiful river that encroached on the backside of the large back garden.
The manor that was before him was a beautiful dark crimson with large windows and a gorgeous garden that surrounded the entire lot. There were at least three stories with the roof slopping to points just above the highest windows. Three chimneys rose out from the back of the manor. Today, one was lit due to the weather turning so sharply, and smoke billowed out into the air. This was not the prince's usual abode, but for the summer it suited his purposes. Large enough to entertain, close enough to London should he be called to Court, but still small enough to not intimidate Alfred.
Alfred's eyes skittered over the area before he was drawn to a small entourage of the prince's servants that stood outside to greet their new Omega resident. With heated cheeks, Alfred stepped forward and gave a polite bow to the men and women that looked at him with patient smiles. In the middle was the prince. Duke Jones was standing just before his son. He moved to greet Prince Arthur.
"Your Highness, it is quite an honor to see you again. I have not seen you since your christening." The prince nodded with a polite smile. "Allow me to introduce my son, Alfred Jones."
On cue, Alfred stepped forward, remembering to keep his head up and a friendly smile on his lips. He bowed his head, and then stared up at the Alpha he was to mate with. The man took his breath away.
Prince Arthur had been described as unruly and ugly with unkempt hair and horrible facial expressions. His sneer was said to often stop servants in their tracks and break down into tears. His rough personality contrasted with his angelic face, giving him more of a devilish look. But that was not the man Alfred saw that morning. Instead, he saw beautiful green eyes with an insurmountable amount of warmth and kindness staring back at him. His hair, although a little messier than it should be for a man of his status, was a soft, dirty blond that framed his gentle face. And then, there was that smile.
Alfred's eyes widened, which only made the prince smile more. Quickly, Alfred remembered his manners. "Ah- it's an honor to meet you, Your Highness. I hope to be a great Omega to you, sire."
Arthur continued to smile fondly at Alfred, confusing the Omega.
"Yes, welcome Duke Jones and Alfred. Please." The prince turned towards his manor, but still kept his eyes on Alfred. All the young boy could do was follow after his father.
When Alfred was young he had met many Alphas that loved to assert their authority over the Omega. They played games together, but Alfred was always designated as the one to do nothing so the Alphas could do something to impress him. Matthew later explained that while Alphas were physically stronger than Omegas, but they still loved to flaunt their strength to the Omega. Even though an Omega often had no choice with who they mated with, if the Alpha and Omega didn't share a strong enough bond by either lust or love, then there was a very slim chance for pregnancy. That was exactly what was happening now to Alfred. Even though he had already been slated to mate with this man, the prince still saw fit to peacock himself off to the Omega.
Arthur had arranged an exquisite feast in Alfred's honor. The tapestries were hung on the walls depicting scenes of the royal family's previous wars and victories. A large portrait of Arthur hung over the large fireplace in the dining room. There was entertainment with musicians and actors, and everyone seemed in a joyous mood. However, it did very little to ease Alfred's mood.
He felt eyes on him the entire night. He knew Arthur was watching him at times when he should have been talking with Duke Jones. Alfred's father was oblivious, or perhaps stayed out of it. It was evident the Alpha was highly interested in Alfred. No father would want to get in the way of such an attraction.
After the festivities, Arthur offered to take the two around the manor grounds so that they could see all of the prince's majesty. There was a small hedge maze that sat between small bushes and groupings of flower beds. A fountain quietly trickled near a decorative wall that depicted the Kirkland Rose; the royal family symbol.
Alfred was quiet while his father complimented Arthur on everything, from the manicured lawn and bushes, to the beautiful flowers. He got a feeling that if he spoke, Arthur would want the two of them to be alone together to talk. It scared Alfred to be alone with this man. He was only grateful his father would stay for the night, leaving shortly before noon tomorrow. Maybe a good night's rest would allow his nerves to calm some.
Alfred's chambers were quite lavish. His antechamber had one of the fireplaces and a large fur rug lay down before it. Green curtains of velvet were drawn over the expansive windows. Plush pillows were strewn about on the sofa and in the two sitting chairs that faced the fireplace. In Alfred's bedroom was a small, wooden desk that sat next to a small altar for where Alfred could give his daily pray and thanks to God. Directly across from them was Alfred's Queen-sized bed with plush green bedding and large, blue pillows. It all looked so welcoming, and Alfred found it all too easy to slip in between the silk sheets under the fur blankets and drift off.
Early the following morning, though, Alfred woke up stressed. In fact, he felt the stress increase tenfold when his father suggested he and the prince take a morning stroll through the gardens just after breakfast. Alfred thought it a bad idea, but said nothing. He did as he was told.
His attire today was much less formal than it had been last night; just a simple tunic and lightweight pants to hide Alfred's lanky frame. Alfred met Arthur down in the common room, and they set off together, Alfred following slightly behind Arthur.
It was a beautiful morning, much warmer than it had been yesterday. The splattering of clouds in the sky cast a few shadows on the moist ground. The sun reflected off of the glimmering river. Alfred didn't feel at all scared knowing this was soon to be where he'd live for the rest of his life. However, he doubted that it would do much if his mate turned out to be as nasty as everyone said.
"Alfred…?" Arthur started, his voice soft. It startled Alfred nonetheless. "I… I understand you must be so scared right now. I hope you don't feel this way towards me. I understand… my reputation with Omegas isn't the best, but I hope to alleviate you of these fears soon."
Arthur turned to face Alfred, his expression stern, but his eyes sad. Alfred stared at them, mesmerized. He felt that Arthur was hiding something. Was he mad? Was he just putting on an act?
"T-thank you, sire. I hope to please you," Alfred recited, knowing those were the perfect lines his mother had taught him to say should an Alpha ever compliment him.
Arthur stopped suddenly, and Alfred stumbled short a few steps behind him. He kept his head down when Arthur turned to face him. The prince's expression looked pained. "Alfred, please don't call me sire or… You don't have to be so formal with me."
The Omega nodded. "As you wish."
Arthur sighed. Alfred looked up at him under his bangs. The Alpha was smiling sadly, but there was fondness still evident in those eyes; the eyes that drew Alfred to him. He lifted his head to stare at Arthur. The prince smiled wider at finally seeing Alfred's face.
"When I was told my Omega would be attractive, I did not know he would be beautiful." Alfred's face flushed to the tips of his ears. "I'm telling you this not to be so nervous because I know I will be quite pleased with you through-out the duration of our union."
Alfred gulped, but remained quiet. He wanted to believe Arthur, and those eyes almost made him do so, but this was only the second day. Soon, he'd have to see for himself just how true Arthur's words were when Alfred was expected to share a bed with the older man.When Duke Jones left, Alfred was near tears. He had never been away from his parents, least of all his father. The man may have been let down that his firstborn was an Omega, but he took on the proper role of caring and protecting his son as not just the only Alpha in his life, but as his father. Now he was giving the boy away to the Prince of England.
"Be strong," Duke Jones whispered in Alfred's ear as they embraced. "You have brought our family such honor and we love you. Do not ever forget that."
"I won't," Alfred mumbled between sniffles. "I hope this isn't good-bye forever."
"If the prince allows it, we shall visit." Duke Jones released his son and bid farewell. He climbed into the carriage and rode off.
Alfred stood in the entryway watching until the carriage was far from sight. Clenching his shirt until it wrinkled from his fingers, he fought back tears. The Jones' had raised Alfred to be a strong Omega, one who would not falter when times became tough. He was to be a fighter. Alphas would see crying as a sign of weakness, and they might grow bored of an annoying, simpering Omega.
Arthur stood nearby, watching Alfred. He saw how the boy held it in, how strong he was, how he was different from his past Omegas. He licked his lips. Slowly, he joined Alfred by his side and directed him back inside.
"Come," he said gently with a tender hand on the boy's back, leading him to the gardens. "Let us enjoy the warm day outside. We shall play games. Will that make you feel better?"
Alfred could only nod. The hole in his chest was a gaping one, but if he allowed himself to lean upon Arthur, the pain eased somewhat. During the day, he sought out his new Alpha's presence. Arthur was a welcome sight to him, when earlier he had been a threatening one. With his father no longer a constant in his life, Alfred had need to be with someone strong. Arthur was just that, and more.
Early on in their first few weeks together, Alfred learned that for all of Arthur's strength, he was quite kind and warm. He loved to pull Alfred close as he read to him under the trees, or light a fire whenever Alfred felt cold so that the boy would be comfortable. His generosity had Alfred's nerves melting away. It wasn't long before the servants saw Alfred following the prince around the manor with a smile on his face.
However, there were still moments that Alfred would catch himself. He'd step away as if frightened and hide away in his room, remembering that he'd been at the manor for only a few weeks. His dependence on Arthur was too quick. It felt too easy. And that was a scary thought. If he was too easy, Arthur might think wrongly of him. He might grow bored.
All signs, though, pointed to Arthur not being that kind of Alpha. He was patient, and seemed to enjoy whenever Alfred stumbled over a task. He would chuckle behind his hand and continue to gaze at Alfred. The Omega didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to be perfect, but then again, Arthur liked his flaws. He wanted to be strong, but weak so as to please Arthur, although no matter what he did Arthur was happy.
They had been together a month now, and Alfred's heat was approaching. The manor began to prepare for when the Omega and their master would be locked away for a week. Alfred was to be confined to his room until the actual day arrived. His own servants that had followed him from his home were to attend to him, keeping him rested and well-nourished and fed until he was nearly fat with food and wine. It would help in the coming week when he wouldn't be able to eat or drink due to his heat.
Arthur, meanwhile, took this time that Alfred was away to prepare gifts for his mate. A young Omega's first time was always quite a nervous ordeal. He recalled when his first mate had started hers. She was beyond the Alpha's care, unless he gave her gifts to show her his affection. So, Arthur sent Alfred cloths and soft pillows and brand new clothes as a sign that he was an expectant Alpha who would be there for his Omega. Alfred's servants relayed to the prince that Alfred took the gifts quite well.
Finally, when the morning came of Alfred's heat, Arthur was lightly bathed, just to get off the dirt, and then sent to see his soon-to-be mate. It had been some time since he had lain with an Omega, and the idea excited him. However, he knew to be calm and guiding, otherwise he'd scare his new mate. And seeing such a terrified expression on the young boy during intimacy was not something he wanted to ever have happen.
"Alfred?" he said gently as he entered the antechamber. It was already teeming with the Omega's pheromones. Even before he stepped into Alfred's bedchambers, Arthur was overcome with his instincts to mount and knot. He stilled his body. "Alfred my dear…? Are you…?"
What did he want to say? Ready? All right? Alfred would give any answer to make Arthur come to him. The boy wasn't in control of his mind or body at the moment. His cries of wants and discomfort were making Arthur's heart ache. On the one hand, he wanted to comfort Alfred with his body knowing full well he was the only one to do so, but on the other, he didn't want to rush in and startle the young boy. It was a delicate situation.
"A-Arthur… My prince… Please…"
Arthur was slow in entering the Omega's bedroom. He'd waited a month to see Alfred nude, having had countless mornings waking up with an erection and leftover images of a wet dream. It didn't do the boy justice. His skin was flushed from his heat, flawless, and pinker in certain important areas. While the boy was already nearly Arthur's height and obvious that he would one day surpass Arthur, he looked small and frail as he writhed on the bed. Sweat had clamped the boy's hair down to his forehead. There were tears forming at the corners of the Omega's eyes.
The prince began to shed his robe as he strode over to the bed. Even being close to Alfred made the Alpha start to harden, but he resisted any urge. He pet Alfred's head comfortingly.
"It'll be okay," Arthur said soothingly. Alfred nodded, but he continued to squirm on the bed, his hands clutching at the bed sheets as he rubbed against them. Arthur bit his lip. "T-turn onto your stomach, my boy. I'll take it from there."
Alfred did as he was told. Arthur situated a pillow underneath Alfred's hips to help keep his behind in the air, allowing him to properly mount him. There was an oil jar nearby that had been warmed ahead of time. It wasn't necessary as Alfred was fully open with his own natural slick, but for a first timer, the warm oil tended to help their nerves. So, Arthur slicked up two fingers and gently eased them inside of the Omega.
"That's just me." Arthur's voice was low. He could feel as Alfred's muscles tightened, and then released. He was relaxing the more Arthur spoke. Leaning down so his mouth was close to Alfred's ear, Arthur whispered, "You're beautiful. My goodness… What a lovely Omega you are. You're doing just fine."
Closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose, Alfred pushed his face into the pillow to hide his flushed cheeks. "I'm… I'm ready…"
Arthur smiled and retracted his fingers. He coated his erection generously in the oil before pushing himself inside Alfred just as slowly and gently as he'd been since entering the room. The Omega reacted positively as he opened up, allowing Arthur to fully sheath himself into Alfred. He sighed, happily, before he slowly began to rock into Alfred. The noises that filled the space from the Omega turned Arthur on all the more.
"Oh, yes… So beautiful… You are quite… Quite lovely indeed." Arthur leaned over Alfred to encase him in his arms. It eased Alfred up even more. "Oh Alfred… I am so happy…you are my mate… I have always wanted…a male Omega… And to have…you be my first… Why… I'm the luckiest Alpha in the world…"
Alfred hid his face again. He smiled. His heart was heavy, but not with his heat or with the fear that had crippled him upon his initial meeting with Arthur. Every pant, every cry, every clenching of the bed sheets- all of it was for Arthur. He promised in his heart that he would be a wonderful mate to Arthur. He wanted to make this man happy, wanted to bear his children, and wanted to be with him for the rest of his life.
It was a heavy promise; one he hoped wouldn't come back and hurt him in the future. As long as Arthur continued to smile at him and touch him so fondly, then there didn't seem to be any reason to worry.
Hoshiko2's cents: Hello and welcome to my new series. This, like my last one, was not foreseen on my leaving the fandom. I swear to God, I'll never get out of here.
Please note that the manor here is based off of Isfield Place in South Essex in England. I hope you enjoy this series.
Pairing: UKUS
Rating: T
Warnings: Omegaverse, age-gap, Mpreg, and slight historical inaccuracies.
Summary: Prince Arthur has finally been granted a male Omega by his brother, the king. Alfred is soon to learn the treacherous ways of royalty and that adulthood in this world is not at all kind.
First Steps
The carriage ride from Alfred's home to his new mate's manor was a long and nervous trek. Rumors about the prince were not good, and it only served to make the young Omega all the more scared of what his future was to be like. Being mated didn't automatically mean a happy relationship, even if it was one to be shared with a royal family member. Prince Arthur could truly be as cruel as people said. He could mistreat Alfred if the Omega didn't produce.
"Alfred," the boy's father hissed beside him. He put his hands on Alfred's. "Stop toying with your fringe. You want to look presentable for the prince."
The boy stuck his hands under his legs, but it did little to improve his mood. His crimson jerkin was too hot with the shirt and doublet underneath, and the collar scratched under his chin. As he was being dressed this morning by his attendants, he was warned time and time again not to dirty his stockings. It was all about the first impression. While Matthew was a more robust male, Alfred was too lanky. His baby-face made him appear far younger than he really was. Duke Jones had been muttering about building muscle mass on the young boy for months, but it was to no avail. Alfred ate more than he worked out. Now, he worried that it might come back to bite him.
Did the prince want a more filled out male? Did he not like how skinny Alfred was? Would he notice the small love handles? Would he sneer at the pimples on his face? Would he-
"Alfred?" Duke Jones asked, interrupting Alfred's worries. "We are here, son. Your new home."
The carriage came to a soft stop, and then the door opened. First, Duke Jones stepped out. Then, it was Alfred's turn. He was careful as he stepped out into the gloomy day onto the dirt and sand path. The manor itself sat on the edge of a beautiful river that encroached on the backside of the large back garden.
The manor that was before him was a beautiful dark crimson with large windows and a gorgeous garden that surrounded the entire lot. There were at least three stories with the roof slopping to points just above the highest windows. Three chimneys rose out from the back of the manor. Today, one was lit due to the weather turning so sharply, and smoke billowed out into the air. This was not the prince's usual abode, but for the summer it suited his purposes. Large enough to entertain, close enough to London should he be called to Court, but still small enough to not intimidate Alfred.
Alfred's eyes skittered over the area before he was drawn to a small entourage of the prince's servants that stood outside to greet their new Omega resident. With heated cheeks, Alfred stepped forward and gave a polite bow to the men and women that looked at him with patient smiles. In the middle was the prince. Duke Jones was standing just before his son. He moved to greet Prince Arthur.
"Your Highness, it is quite an honor to see you again. I have not seen you since your christening." The prince nodded with a polite smile. "Allow me to introduce my son, Alfred Jones."
On cue, Alfred stepped forward, remembering to keep his head up and a friendly smile on his lips. He bowed his head, and then stared up at the Alpha he was to mate with. The man took his breath away.
Prince Arthur had been described as unruly and ugly with unkempt hair and horrible facial expressions. His sneer was said to often stop servants in their tracks and break down into tears. His rough personality contrasted with his angelic face, giving him more of a devilish look. But that was not the man Alfred saw that morning. Instead, he saw beautiful green eyes with an insurmountable amount of warmth and kindness staring back at him. His hair, although a little messier than it should be for a man of his status, was a soft, dirty blond that framed his gentle face. And then, there was that smile.
Alfred's eyes widened, which only made the prince smile more. Quickly, Alfred remembered his manners. "Ah- it's an honor to meet you, Your Highness. I hope to be a great Omega to you, sire."
Arthur continued to smile fondly at Alfred, confusing the Omega.
"Yes, welcome Duke Jones and Alfred. Please." The prince turned towards his manor, but still kept his eyes on Alfred. All the young boy could do was follow after his father.
When Alfred was young he had met many Alphas that loved to assert their authority over the Omega. They played games together, but Alfred was always designated as the one to do nothing so the Alphas could do something to impress him. Matthew later explained that while Alphas were physically stronger than Omegas, but they still loved to flaunt their strength to the Omega. Even though an Omega often had no choice with who they mated with, if the Alpha and Omega didn't share a strong enough bond by either lust or love, then there was a very slim chance for pregnancy. That was exactly what was happening now to Alfred. Even though he had already been slated to mate with this man, the prince still saw fit to peacock himself off to the Omega.
Arthur had arranged an exquisite feast in Alfred's honor. The tapestries were hung on the walls depicting scenes of the royal family's previous wars and victories. A large portrait of Arthur hung over the large fireplace in the dining room. There was entertainment with musicians and actors, and everyone seemed in a joyous mood. However, it did very little to ease Alfred's mood.
He felt eyes on him the entire night. He knew Arthur was watching him at times when he should have been talking with Duke Jones. Alfred's father was oblivious, or perhaps stayed out of it. It was evident the Alpha was highly interested in Alfred. No father would want to get in the way of such an attraction.
After the festivities, Arthur offered to take the two around the manor grounds so that they could see all of the prince's majesty. There was a small hedge maze that sat between small bushes and groupings of flower beds. A fountain quietly trickled near a decorative wall that depicted the Kirkland Rose; the royal family symbol.
Alfred was quiet while his father complimented Arthur on everything, from the manicured lawn and bushes, to the beautiful flowers. He got a feeling that if he spoke, Arthur would want the two of them to be alone together to talk. It scared Alfred to be alone with this man. He was only grateful his father would stay for the night, leaving shortly before noon tomorrow. Maybe a good night's rest would allow his nerves to calm some.
Alfred's chambers were quite lavish. His antechamber had one of the fireplaces and a large fur rug lay down before it. Green curtains of velvet were drawn over the expansive windows. Plush pillows were strewn about on the sofa and in the two sitting chairs that faced the fireplace. In Alfred's bedroom was a small, wooden desk that sat next to a small altar for where Alfred could give his daily pray and thanks to God. Directly across from them was Alfred's Queen-sized bed with plush green bedding and large, blue pillows. It all looked so welcoming, and Alfred found it all too easy to slip in between the silk sheets under the fur blankets and drift off.
Early the following morning, though, Alfred woke up stressed. In fact, he felt the stress increase tenfold when his father suggested he and the prince take a morning stroll through the gardens just after breakfast. Alfred thought it a bad idea, but said nothing. He did as he was told.
His attire today was much less formal than it had been last night; just a simple tunic and lightweight pants to hide Alfred's lanky frame. Alfred met Arthur down in the common room, and they set off together, Alfred following slightly behind Arthur.
It was a beautiful morning, much warmer than it had been yesterday. The splattering of clouds in the sky cast a few shadows on the moist ground. The sun reflected off of the glimmering river. Alfred didn't feel at all scared knowing this was soon to be where he'd live for the rest of his life. However, he doubted that it would do much if his mate turned out to be as nasty as everyone said.
"Alfred…?" Arthur started, his voice soft. It startled Alfred nonetheless. "I… I understand you must be so scared right now. I hope you don't feel this way towards me. I understand… my reputation with Omegas isn't the best, but I hope to alleviate you of these fears soon."
Arthur turned to face Alfred, his expression stern, but his eyes sad. Alfred stared at them, mesmerized. He felt that Arthur was hiding something. Was he mad? Was he just putting on an act?
"T-thank you, sire. I hope to please you," Alfred recited, knowing those were the perfect lines his mother had taught him to say should an Alpha ever compliment him.
Arthur stopped suddenly, and Alfred stumbled short a few steps behind him. He kept his head down when Arthur turned to face him. The prince's expression looked pained. "Alfred, please don't call me sire or… You don't have to be so formal with me."
The Omega nodded. "As you wish."
Arthur sighed. Alfred looked up at him under his bangs. The Alpha was smiling sadly, but there was fondness still evident in those eyes; the eyes that drew Alfred to him. He lifted his head to stare at Arthur. The prince smiled wider at finally seeing Alfred's face.
"When I was told my Omega would be attractive, I did not know he would be beautiful." Alfred's face flushed to the tips of his ears. "I'm telling you this not to be so nervous because I know I will be quite pleased with you through-out the duration of our union."
Alfred gulped, but remained quiet. He wanted to believe Arthur, and those eyes almost made him do so, but this was only the second day. Soon, he'd have to see for himself just how true Arthur's words were when Alfred was expected to share a bed with the older man.When Duke Jones left, Alfred was near tears. He had never been away from his parents, least of all his father. The man may have been let down that his firstborn was an Omega, but he took on the proper role of caring and protecting his son as not just the only Alpha in his life, but as his father. Now he was giving the boy away to the Prince of England.
"Be strong," Duke Jones whispered in Alfred's ear as they embraced. "You have brought our family such honor and we love you. Do not ever forget that."
"I won't," Alfred mumbled between sniffles. "I hope this isn't good-bye forever."
"If the prince allows it, we shall visit." Duke Jones released his son and bid farewell. He climbed into the carriage and rode off.
Alfred stood in the entryway watching until the carriage was far from sight. Clenching his shirt until it wrinkled from his fingers, he fought back tears. The Jones' had raised Alfred to be a strong Omega, one who would not falter when times became tough. He was to be a fighter. Alphas would see crying as a sign of weakness, and they might grow bored of an annoying, simpering Omega.
Arthur stood nearby, watching Alfred. He saw how the boy held it in, how strong he was, how he was different from his past Omegas. He licked his lips. Slowly, he joined Alfred by his side and directed him back inside.
"Come," he said gently with a tender hand on the boy's back, leading him to the gardens. "Let us enjoy the warm day outside. We shall play games. Will that make you feel better?"
Alfred could only nod. The hole in his chest was a gaping one, but if he allowed himself to lean upon Arthur, the pain eased somewhat. During the day, he sought out his new Alpha's presence. Arthur was a welcome sight to him, when earlier he had been a threatening one. With his father no longer a constant in his life, Alfred had need to be with someone strong. Arthur was just that, and more.
Early on in their first few weeks together, Alfred learned that for all of Arthur's strength, he was quite kind and warm. He loved to pull Alfred close as he read to him under the trees, or light a fire whenever Alfred felt cold so that the boy would be comfortable. His generosity had Alfred's nerves melting away. It wasn't long before the servants saw Alfred following the prince around the manor with a smile on his face.
However, there were still moments that Alfred would catch himself. He'd step away as if frightened and hide away in his room, remembering that he'd been at the manor for only a few weeks. His dependence on Arthur was too quick. It felt too easy. And that was a scary thought. If he was too easy, Arthur might think wrongly of him. He might grow bored.
All signs, though, pointed to Arthur not being that kind of Alpha. He was patient, and seemed to enjoy whenever Alfred stumbled over a task. He would chuckle behind his hand and continue to gaze at Alfred. The Omega didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted to be perfect, but then again, Arthur liked his flaws. He wanted to be strong, but weak so as to please Arthur, although no matter what he did Arthur was happy.
They had been together a month now, and Alfred's heat was approaching. The manor began to prepare for when the Omega and their master would be locked away for a week. Alfred was to be confined to his room until the actual day arrived. His own servants that had followed him from his home were to attend to him, keeping him rested and well-nourished and fed until he was nearly fat with food and wine. It would help in the coming week when he wouldn't be able to eat or drink due to his heat.
Arthur, meanwhile, took this time that Alfred was away to prepare gifts for his mate. A young Omega's first time was always quite a nervous ordeal. He recalled when his first mate had started hers. She was beyond the Alpha's care, unless he gave her gifts to show her his affection. So, Arthur sent Alfred cloths and soft pillows and brand new clothes as a sign that he was an expectant Alpha who would be there for his Omega. Alfred's servants relayed to the prince that Alfred took the gifts quite well.
Finally, when the morning came of Alfred's heat, Arthur was lightly bathed, just to get off the dirt, and then sent to see his soon-to-be mate. It had been some time since he had lain with an Omega, and the idea excited him. However, he knew to be calm and guiding, otherwise he'd scare his new mate. And seeing such a terrified expression on the young boy during intimacy was not something he wanted to ever have happen.
"Alfred?" he said gently as he entered the antechamber. It was already teeming with the Omega's pheromones. Even before he stepped into Alfred's bedchambers, Arthur was overcome with his instincts to mount and knot. He stilled his body. "Alfred my dear…? Are you…?"
What did he want to say? Ready? All right? Alfred would give any answer to make Arthur come to him. The boy wasn't in control of his mind or body at the moment. His cries of wants and discomfort were making Arthur's heart ache. On the one hand, he wanted to comfort Alfred with his body knowing full well he was the only one to do so, but on the other, he didn't want to rush in and startle the young boy. It was a delicate situation.
"A-Arthur… My prince… Please…"
Arthur was slow in entering the Omega's bedroom. He'd waited a month to see Alfred nude, having had countless mornings waking up with an erection and leftover images of a wet dream. It didn't do the boy justice. His skin was flushed from his heat, flawless, and pinker in certain important areas. While the boy was already nearly Arthur's height and obvious that he would one day surpass Arthur, he looked small and frail as he writhed on the bed. Sweat had clamped the boy's hair down to his forehead. There were tears forming at the corners of the Omega's eyes.
The prince began to shed his robe as he strode over to the bed. Even being close to Alfred made the Alpha start to harden, but he resisted any urge. He pet Alfred's head comfortingly.
"It'll be okay," Arthur said soothingly. Alfred nodded, but he continued to squirm on the bed, his hands clutching at the bed sheets as he rubbed against them. Arthur bit his lip. "T-turn onto your stomach, my boy. I'll take it from there."
Alfred did as he was told. Arthur situated a pillow underneath Alfred's hips to help keep his behind in the air, allowing him to properly mount him. There was an oil jar nearby that had been warmed ahead of time. It wasn't necessary as Alfred was fully open with his own natural slick, but for a first timer, the warm oil tended to help their nerves. So, Arthur slicked up two fingers and gently eased them inside of the Omega.
"That's just me." Arthur's voice was low. He could feel as Alfred's muscles tightened, and then released. He was relaxing the more Arthur spoke. Leaning down so his mouth was close to Alfred's ear, Arthur whispered, "You're beautiful. My goodness… What a lovely Omega you are. You're doing just fine."
Closing his eyes and inhaling through his nose, Alfred pushed his face into the pillow to hide his flushed cheeks. "I'm… I'm ready…"
Arthur smiled and retracted his fingers. He coated his erection generously in the oil before pushing himself inside Alfred just as slowly and gently as he'd been since entering the room. The Omega reacted positively as he opened up, allowing Arthur to fully sheath himself into Alfred. He sighed, happily, before he slowly began to rock into Alfred. The noises that filled the space from the Omega turned Arthur on all the more.
"Oh, yes… So beautiful… You are quite… Quite lovely indeed." Arthur leaned over Alfred to encase him in his arms. It eased Alfred up even more. "Oh Alfred… I am so happy…you are my mate… I have always wanted…a male Omega… And to have…you be my first… Why… I'm the luckiest Alpha in the world…"
Alfred hid his face again. He smiled. His heart was heavy, but not with his heat or with the fear that had crippled him upon his initial meeting with Arthur. Every pant, every cry, every clenching of the bed sheets- all of it was for Arthur. He promised in his heart that he would be a wonderful mate to Arthur. He wanted to make this man happy, wanted to bear his children, and wanted to be with him for the rest of his life.
It was a heavy promise; one he hoped wouldn't come back and hurt him in the future. As long as Arthur continued to smile at him and touch him so fondly, then there didn't seem to be any reason to worry.
Hoshiko2's cents: Hello and welcome to my new series. This, like my last one, was not foreseen on my leaving the fandom. I swear to God, I'll never get out of here.
Please note that the manor here is based off of Isfield Place in South Essex in England. I hope you enjoy this series.