True to their promise, Saoirse and Sirius secretly converted their relationship of prince and servant into a relationship of quiet rebellion and love. Saoirse didn't go to school and Alastor made sure that she was cut off from her werewolf past.
(I mean, of course he did. That man just doesn't stop. Angry bunny face. If I wasn't fired right now I would cut his string. See how he likes being 'cut off.')
Saoirse spent the majority of the next week in Sirius' room and the two of them formed a routine.
(I'm gonna skip like 6 years if that's ok. I got to get to the part where I come in sooner or later. I mean, who wants a story about ten year olds being tortured by an evil king?)
After a hard day at school, Sirius walked into his room and tossed his schoolbooks onto the desk with a frustrated sigh. Saoirse was already there, her a smile on her face to greet him as she handed him a steaming cup of blood.
"Hard day?" she asked, her voice soft but knowing. Sirius struggled a lot at school and being the prince only heightened the pressure on him to be perfect.
"You have no idea," he muttered, collapsing onto the bed. "Well I guess you do."
Without a word, Saoirse shifted into her wolf form and curled up beside him, resting her head on his leg. He began absently stroking her fur, the repetitive motion calming his frayed nerves.
"I'm not like him," he whispered after a long silence, his fingers tightening in her fur. "I'll never be like him."
"You don't have to be," she replied, her quiet voice steady and sure.
"He wants me to learn this dark magic and it's just horrible. I'm such a monster, why do I even have to exist?"
He stroked her fur and the pressure her paws put on his legs grounded him until her snoring soon filled the room. He opened his books, the weight of the day easing in her presence.
It allowed him to skim through his homework and eventually he began reading.
This kind of relationship felt natural for them. After a while, he was able to bury himself in his studies. If his dad ever asked them why they did this, he would say he was training her to be a good pet, but in reality, the quiet hum of her snoring helped him focus and everything Saoirse had to do to serve him she did it happily because it helped him stay the sweet boy he was instead of being tainted by his fathers endless lessons of malice.
What Sirius had done that day when he burned her, that was a form of servant bond where he would always be able to find her if she ran off. When she was close, he could sense it. It was something only a person with noble blood was allowed to do, and it signified him as a family leader.
Secondly, he had learned about various marks that he could do with his fangs that would establish a sort of bond like he had done when he bit her.
This biting of him to her and her to him was establishing her as his mate. He would marry her eventually, but with their betrothal the bond was set where he would feel her physical and emotional pain. She could feel his physical pain.
From now on, if he was cut, she would be cut. If she felt hurt, he would feel hurt, and even if she felt hungry he would feel her hunger. As a family leader, he would be able to make sure that she was safe and cared for and she would in turn show loyalty to him.
When they married, they would complete the next step of their blood bond, which Sirius learned about too. He decided not to tell Saoirse about that.
(I don't blame him. Alastor made him extremely afraid of marriage. Saoirse didn't need to have another thing on her plate.)
As she got used to her new life, Saoirse would leave Sirius' room during his school day and was put to work in the castle, but anything the other servants wanted her to do, had to be run past Sirius first. All except the tasks Alastor wanted her to do, which mostly involved his one on one lessons with his son.
He was trying to get Sirius to reveal what his demigod powers were. This was the other unique thing about Sirius. He as the great grandson of Loki and so far he was the only vampire who could shape shift.
"I know you have more power than that!" He once again yelled at his son. Saoirse was covered in scratches and bruises the king had inflicted on Sirius. "Just let your beast out! It will have to come out eventually!"
"I can't!" He cried. This was a lie and everyone knew it. The king was tired now from beating his son so he decided to leave it.
"Quit being so soft." The king scoffed. "Saoirse go give him a bath, he's all covered in blood again."
Saoirse submissively came over, lowering her head to bow at the king and coaxed Sirius' injured body out of the room.
Once they got back to their room, she ran his bath and then prepared him some clothes.
"Thanks Saoirse." He said as he went in and closed the door. She could feel him holding back his tears as he lowered himself into the water.
She went to the window and watched Alastor climbing into a car before it pulled out of the driveway. "You can go ahead and cry now; your dad's gone." She said coming back to the door.
Sirius let out a sigh as his emotions filled the bath water. Then he dressed himself and came out.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Saoirse asked. Her wounds had healed by now and Sirius shook his head.
"No I'm fine, you can have a bath too." He answered her, "I'll work on my homework when you're done, that will make me feel better."
She nodded. "Ok."
She walked past him and he noticed her smell was different than usual. When the moon was full, he had to try especially hard to stay away from her and he suddenly filled with emotions.
"Hey Saoirse", he said suddenly, emotions filling him as she walked past him.
"What?"
"I wanted to tell you I love you." He said nervously. "Actually, it might be better if you leave me alone for a bit." He said finally.
They were 16 now and she knew what he meant by that so she nodded. "Alright, I'll sleep with Madeline today."
"Ok….sorry."
Being his mate, she liked him too, but it was better this way. "No problem." She said. "I love you too, don't be embarrassed ok?"
Sirius gave her a sweet, toothy smile and it made it harder for her to leave. She closed the door and felt her face go bright red. Being a teenager for the next 40 years was going to suck.