Page 43 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“Is that it?” Amarie, the female sun fae leaned from the carriage as the final tracks of the thalmway fell into place. A lead engineer called ahead, sending a butterfly of his magic down the track to tell them to roll the thalm engine forward. It had to have a certain amount of space to be able to stop in time.
“Were we expecting an entourage?” Ingred leaned forward and shielded his eyes from the light.
“Not to my knowledge.” Lumic stood and stared down, surprised to find a royal carriage in line on the train. “That’s the Liaberian royal car…”
“Is Alluin coming? Saria only recently had her babe, I’ve heard…” Ingred frowned. “No, she’s in Heskilia with her husband’s family.”
As the train rolled forward, coming to a slow stop, it quickly became clear who their guest was.Seidrik.The pompous little beta first prince of Liaberos, one waiting to be replaced by one of his nephews because the goddesses deemed that he would sire no heirs.
The spitting image of his beta father in many ways, light hair and pale eyes. Though, he was a little shorter, a softer slant to his face. Honestly, he favored Virion a lot, save for pallor.
As the car came to a full stop, Seidrik disembarked, holding the hand of a timid little omega, slight and waifish in the way Liaberians kept them.Underfed.A few scars dotted his lips and face. His left hand was bent at an odd angle, healed broken. The treatment for it would be to rebreak it and administer vitalis.
“Oh good, you’ve brought a carriage. I hadn’t anticipated joining the omegas this trip, but thought I’d accompany Stamel back to Liaberos.” Seidrik kept his nose upturned as he disembarked, but did help the omega to the ground before beckoning a few others. “Lumic, I presume?”
Lumic cocked his head as Seidrik acknowledged him.
“If you’re not troubled by it, could you possibly help our guests, here? They’re timid around alphas.” Seidrik’s gaze flitted over Ingred.
“Oh, of course. And worry not, omegas, Ingred is largely harmless. Unless you’re the last tallroot pastry, that is.” Lumic gave Ingred a pointed look before he leaned over toward Amarie and muttered something about her being a little pastry he wouldn’t mind nibbling.
Ew.
“I thought the omegas brought were already taken to the sanctuary a day and a half ago!” Lumic furrowed his brow but climbed from the carriage, his round form preceding him.
“They were, but a few stayed with me. They sent alphas to gather them, and they protested. I was alone in my carriageand unannounced. I wasn’t expecting fanfare when I arrived, as Pallosar has me performing a task for my father.” Seidrik said it as if the feat were inconsequential.
“Well, this is quite the conundrum. I see there’s no carriage waiting for them and we are hereby happenstance. Amarie, would you mind if I sat up with the driver and departed with you at the guild? I wouldn’t want to tax the poor dears.” Ingred gave his sweetest smile to Amarie, and she nodded, lips pursed. Lumic idly wondered what he saw in the female as he stood and slid out of the carriage to join the driver up front. When Amarie stood, turned around, and bent over to tidy her space before sliding down, Lumic understood fully.
Good for him.
Seidrik nodded in thanks and the omegas slid from the carriage, happier with Ingred out of the way. None of the omegas were untouched; all broken, scarred, and terrified.
Lumic hadn’t intended on being there to escort new omegas, but who was he as first prince to deny them that comfort? After all, given where he was when he’d conceived his little one, they very well could have been mirrors of himself if things had gone differently. “Welcome.”
Amarie’s eyes grew wide, and she stiffened as they approached, but Lumic raised a hand to caution her. “They don’t need your pity or kind words. They need friends. Offer them normality or nothing at all. They’re not charity cases.”
Amarie blinked in confusion before understanding lit her eyes and she nodded. “As you wish, my prince.”
Lumic gave her a long, hard look before he scoffed. “Hang around my lout of a brother long enough and you may call me Lumic, my lady.”
Her cheeks pinkened, and she made to glance over her shoulder in Ingred’s direction. “I’m not sure he feels that—”
“Trust me, if he’s offering to eat you like a pastry, he’s very interested. If he makes you uncomfortable or you don’t want the attention, tell me and I’ll throw him in the dungeons, okay?” Lumic grinned and Amarie giggled, covering her lips politely as the first of three omegas boarded with their small sacks of possessions.
“Y-your alpha allows you outside of the house like th-that?” A timid sun fae with bright-orange eyes like flame itself, with lashes and hair an identical orange shade, stared openly.
“My alpha doesn’tallowme to do shite. He bows atmyfeet.” Lumic snorted and offered a hand to shake the omega’s with a slight grip. “Name? Designation?”
“A—I’m omega.” They blinked up at him, confused. “Morda.”
“Yes, Liaberos has the neutral designation, but do you wish to be male, female, or omega?”
Morda blinked as if he’d never considered the thought. “I—I like being male. It’s easier, I think.”
“Then I shall refer to you as male.” Lumic smiled as the other two gave him their names and designations. One was a male and the other, a rather plain brown-haired omega with pale-yellow eyes, asked to be kept neutral. Iskine.
A crate passed Lumic’s field of vision from the window as they loaded it onto a cargo trailer, the reinforced carriage drawn by several stocky mountain mules, nothing like the horses he was accustomed to.
