[NOUR]
"Hello Ferhat," Nour greeted the warrior at the palace entrance, a man who had been put there for the main purpose of making sure that Nour was welcome if he ever chose to come to the palace.
It had been years and years of the both of them knowing each other, and in all those years, Ferhat had never once seen the young wolf make his way there. It was almost like he had made a vow to never come to this side of the kingdom.
Seeing Nour here and looking so down, meant that something was wrong and while Frehat was excited, he wasn't sure if he needed to go hunting or if he needed to embrace the kid that made it back to the doors home.
"You came, son," Ferhat said, as he hugged the young omega like he had missed him for years. Well, it wasn't that hard to tell that Nour never came to this side of the kingdom. After all, omegas weren't allowed here.
The smile on Frehat's face seemed to fade as the moon shone on Nour's face, and he wondered what it was that had happened to the young wolf this time. He was so curious he could lose his mind in the process, but he had to be patient, right?
"Don't get used to it," Nour said with a laugh as he returned the hug. The whole day had been stressful and even at night it was the same.
Ferhat knew Nour so well and he knew that if he chose to come to this side of the realm then he truly had no options. Perhaps they would talk about that later, but as they stood there he could tell that the young wolf had more in his mind, and needed to get some rest.
"Oh, son. Go on. Get some rest. You can meet him tomorrow," Ferhat said and Nour chuckled. Of course, it was expected that Ferhat knew why he was here. He always knew and it made the young wolf feel like he was never alone.
Maybe Delbert was right, but how long before everything changed for nour again?
Sighing, Nour walked into the palace, with Ferhat following closely. Here in the palace, Ferhat had only one responsibility and that was to Nour. He was sworn to protect him, to keep him safe regardless.
He knew what Nour did in his spare time and what he did when he was out there causing chaos.
For someone who stared at the palace most of the time, Frehat was like a protector whose sole responsibility was to make sure that Nour Abdallah never lacked and tonight wouldn't be any different.
"Ferhat, what if I give you a name tonight—" Nour spoke as he stopped right in front of a door that was too familiar. It was the door that led to the crown prince's room, a door that only Ferhat and the werewolf king knew of.
Of course, Nour knew that his father would have questions when morning came, but until then, he would try and act like he had just come here to rest on his bed that was always cleaned on a dually despite the fact that he had never come here.
"I'll execute them without question," Ferhat said and Nour smiled before he walked in.
He already knew what Ferhat's answer would be. But tonight, Nour needed to hear it. It was his sole reassurance that things would be alright. Granted, he wasn't sure of what the future held for him, but he knew that he had people who would do everything for him.
That was reassuring on all fonts.
"Expect one soon," Nour said and Ferhat let out a breath of relief.
He had seen how they were treating the young prince out there and his patience had run thin. The fact that the prince had told him to expect a name was enticing and Ferhat knew he had to start preparing his torture chamber.
Standing outside the prince's room, Ferhat was already thinking of what he needed to do with the name that the prince would give him. Perhaps it would be more conventional, or he would go all barbarian with him.
There was no telling, but one thing was certain, he would have the most fun.
As he closed the door behind him and walked back into his room, Nour felt received and relaxed.
He felt so powerful he was tempted to embrace the power that came with being the most powerful man after his father, in Acrod and even being the most protected wolf in the realm thanks to his friendship with Alanor who doubled as the deadly beast of the midlands.
Nour was power on his own and with his circle, he was everything formidable. It wasn't a miracle that he was Alanor's best friend. Perhaps that was for another day, right?
"You can always come home, son. No matter what happens in Acrod, the Midlands, or even the realm as a whole, your spot will always remain untouched and untainted. I will always welcome you back as my heir and only son.
"It doesn't matter what time of the day, son. This palace is your home, and Acrod is yours to rule," King Cassius had always told his son.
Nour hadn't exactly been thrilled by the responsibilities and duties of a werewolf prince, but as he stood there in his room, he wondered if he could exercise his role as the prince and make Grant feel all the pain in the world.
Perhaps he could discipline the cruel enforcer and remind him that power was transient and shit. But would that work? Oh but the temptation was intense, though Nour had to remind himself that it was he who didn't want to take up the throne.
He had promised his father that he would take it up if he had to, not a minute later. That allowed his father to keep ruling and the prince would get the chance to mingle and learn more about Acrod.
Then again, being the mouthy omega had gotten him more haters than he would ever be accepted, not that Nour cared.
King Cassius had always told his son that he could unwind on some occasions, though that was never appealing to Nour.
The young prince had always wanted to mingle, but tonight had been intense for him. His findings of the day had fucked him up and he could have sworn he understood his brother and why Alanor had chosen to run.
It wasn't easy for both of them.
"The mate bond is fucked," Nour whispered as he looked around his room.
The werewolf prince's room was perfection, to say the least. There was a twelve-by-eight bed in the middle, with several masculine decorations. There wasn't a spec of dust in the room, as though the king had it cleaned every single day; of course, he had.
This was his only child, a child he had wanted to give the throne to, but a kid who had declined and wanted to lead a normal life.
Nour and the werewolf king had agreed that they would act like they didn't know each other; however tonight, he wasn't sure if he wanted the same. So when the rear door to his room creaked, Nour wasn't even surprised.
"You're home, my little Cass. I've missed you, son," the king said as he rushed towards his son, hugging him tightly.