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Julie turned the lights up a bit more, rolling back over. “I see.” She put a hand on his knee, “well, you will not be hungry anymore.” Louis looked at her. “Harry will bond with you, which means you will live here –as Royalty.” She lifted his face, “for now, do not stress –that will come later.” - “You will sleep here.” Louis kept his head down, dragging his feet into the carpeted bedroom. He looked around slowly, happy the blinds were closed. He clutched the soft robe close, chest burning. “You will sleep separate from Harry.” Louis walked in three circles, frowning, “I –I am hungry…” “I know.” The omega grabbed Louis’ hand, walking him to the bed. “I will stay with you to feed you.” Louis was grateful when his butt touched the bed. He held onto the omega’s arms, digging his nails into the male’s skin. “Ow –ow.” “Slowly, omega, take your time.” He quickly placed a pillow behind Louis’ back, helping him lean back against it. “There.” The male omega laid the thin blanket over his thighs. “I will go get your food.” Louis took the opportunity to cry while he was alone. He wasn’t exactly sure why he cried –maybe because he felt like his life was over? Because he felt weak? Possibly because he was actually sitting on a bed, a real bed that felt so good under his body? Everything hurt. His legs, his back –his eyes, throat, stomach –his pride. Louis was a virgin, he’s also never even been scented. So, to be scented –to feel safe when he was so scared, in pain. It was addicting. He’d always been a floater, since he was young Louis had been on his own. When he was younger, he liked hanging out around parks and schools, listening to kids his age talk about their own experiences. About rumors, secrets, things their parents had told them. Scenting was common; parent’s scented, lovers –children. Scenting was so common that Louis had never experienced it. It had been a shock when Harry did it to him, even now he could still smell it. He never understood how it worked, how a smell could heighten a sense while also crushing all of them at once. He wasn’t sure how it was supposed to feel, but it did feel good. Goose bumps, watery eyes, trembling –it hit him so fast. For the moment, Louis felt no pain –he craved being held, being safe. How he could crave something he’d never experienced was scary. Louis was small –weak, it was frustrating. But strong too –he can live days without food, he can run fast, he’s really good at stealing. Louis’ senses are sharp, but now he only felt –pathetic. He felt angry. He was leaving, he was about to leave and now he was going to be bonded –now he was going to be a Queen. When he was seventeen, he’d hear others talking about losing their virginity –finding their soulmate, creating bonds. He never understood how lucky they could be to find their soulmates at such young ages –because they didn’t. He slowly learned that soulmates didn’t exist –teenagers were hormonal and they fell easy. Sex, bonding –he never cared for it, maybe because he didn’t understand it. It seemed to be a race for everyone his age to lose their virginity, to bond and have kids. He just hoped he’d have enough food for a week. To him it wasn’t special, he learned, specifically when a girl raved about losing her virginity, and the same girl ‘lost it’ again –in tenth grade and eleventh –and twelfth. He was scared that Harry was going to change his mind and kill him. He was worried for when he had to sit down with the King and actually talk. He was worried his hands were going to be removed. Louis was worried about Thumb. “Louis,” The omega re-entered. “I have your soup.” He pulled a chair to the bed, “I have bread and tea as well.” Louis licked his dry lips, eyes lingering over the steaming broth. His lips parted, reaching out for the spoon when the food table was placed over his lap. “Be still, omega, I will gladly feed you.” The omega stirred the soup, lifting the hot spoon to his lips. Louis blew on it gently before accepting it into his mouth. It was hot. It fell down his throat, hitting his stomach and warming him inside out. It was the most delicious thing he could ever remember eating. He tried not to eat too quickly, annoyed when he saw that the soup was disappearing. The man offered him bread that Louis happily consumed. He was full quickly, unable to finish the food. His stomach hurt, but it was a lot better than the typical hunger pains. Louis picked up the small cup of tea with both hands. He never liked tea, but anything that could help soothe his throat would work fine. He took small sips, like Julie and Zayn had said. Louis stared at the details on the cup, lowering his eyes at the very small writing. The art on the cup was so detailed, it was hand made. He would know, he made it. He rolled the cup around, following the design. There, his initials, in very small cursive. He’d made only four of these tea cups, all made in Wereborn. The state’s symbol was underneath the cup –Wereborn openly traded with Arizella, they were allies. Wereborn is garbage –it has always been seen as such; but Wereborn is full of artists. It is the only thing keeping the state afloat. They’d find artists to create masterpieces, pay them practically nothing for it, and then sell it for thousands –millions. It was illegal, in Wereborn, to write your name on your art. So Louis put his initials as a part of the art, no one would notice but him. “My name is Niall.” Louis looked up from the cup. “I will be your personal assistant.” Louis nodded slowly, not considering knowing the male's name. He finished off his tea, setting it down. “May –may I –go to my cave?” Niall stopped smiling, “I am very sorry, Harry has asked that you stay in the home’s vicinity.” He took the tray, “you will rest now and, when you wake, I will take you outside for a few minutes so your eyes will adjust to the light.” Louis rubbed his nose, sniffling. “I –I need –my bunny –and –my things...” Niall tilted his head, “I –can ask.” Louis nodded, “thank you.” Niall swallowed hard, pressing his lips together. “If I may ask,” He scooted closer, “why did you come over our home wall?” Louis wiped a few stray tears, “I –I was hungry… I needed food…” “Harry, he is very generous.” Niall crossed his leg over the other, “it is not common for our people to starve.” Louis frowned, “I –am not from Arizella…” “Yes, I know this but –we have many shelters for wanderers.” “I –I –am a thief.” He covered his face. “I will be killed!” Niall blinked quickly, touching Louis’ back. He quickly reacted when Louis let out a loud whine. “I am very sorry.” Niall hugged his hand to his chest, “I see.” Louis hugged himself, trying to calm down. “If someone would have known, I would have been sent back and killed in front of the state.” Niall nodded slowly, “you –stole, from Royalty?” Louis nodded mutely. The omega’s eyes grew, “why?” “I,” Louis felt his throat ache. “They do not take care of their homeless –I –I made a crown for the Queen.” He swallowed thickly, “she spat on me –she hated it.” He rubbed his eye, “I worked so long on it –made it perfect and she –she hated it.” Louis squeezed the blanket, glaring at the sheets. “So I snatched it off of her disgusting head. I took my art and I ran.” He glanced at Niall, “she did not deserve my work.” Niall nodded slowly, “I see…” He breathed, “I understand your fear.” “I came here –because this is the capital, they have no jurisdiction here.” Louis’ lip wobbled, “but, if some knew –Arizella can send me back and I will be killed.” He shook his head quickly, “I was angry –I was hungry!” Niall put a hand on Louis’ covered knee, “calm, omega.” He removed the blanket, “Harry says that he does not want you stressed.” He sat on the edge of the bed, “we will talk more –later.” Niall smiled gently, taking Louis’ bare foot in his hand, “for now, sleep.” - “It hurts!” Louis whined, stopping when the sunlight touched his eyes. “No!” “Sh, sh,” Niall cooed. “You may close your eyes, but we need to walk.” The sun felt good on his skin but the sun hurt his head, eyes closed or not. “No!” He whined loudly, catching the guard’s attention. “No!” Louis pulled back against Niall, dropping to the ground so he did not have to move. Niall looked to a Zayn, “is our King home?” “He is not.” Zayn walked closer, “stand, omega.” Louis cried, face firmly planted in the grass. Zayn lifted him, holding Louis up by his butt. “Where must you walk to?” Niall put a hand on Louis’ shaking hand, “just around the front lawn.” He sighed, “He needs to be scented.” Niall moved away swiftly when Zayn released bits a pheromone until Louis stopped crying. “You –are you insane?” “Harry said it does not matter who it is.” Zayn walked in slow circles, “if it will calm him, it is fine.” Niall gawked, “is he insane?” Zayn huffed, “truly.” “How does he expect to mate with him if he is letting the whole kingdom scent him?” “It is not my job to question what our King does.” Zayn shot Niall a look, “neither yours.” Niall bowed his head, keeping a hand on Louis’ as they walked around.