Edmund
Before I got the chance to recover from Asher's exit, the door opened again.
I looked up, expecting him to come back, but instead, a group of attendants walked in. There were about four of them. They didn't say anything to me.
Before I could even ask what was happening, they started taking off my clothes.
"Wait…. what are you doing?" I asked, trying to pull back, but the chains didn't give me much room.
They didn't answer me.
One of them loosened the robe on my body, and before I could react properly, they pulled it off completely. I felt hot air hit my skin, and I stiffened.
"Hey... at least tell me what you're doing," I snapped, but my voice betrayed the fear rising in my chest.
This was hella embarrassing and awkward. With the fact that I was a prisoner, I didn't have any authority, unlike when I was Asher's lover.
Within seconds, I was stripped bare, the chains were still wrapped around my wrists and ankles. They moved me to another section of the room, naked.
I tried to hold on to whatever dignity I had left, but it felt pointless. Thankfully they didn't seem unnerved by my bared manhood. It didn't make much of a difference but it helped.
We reached a bathing chamber.
The space was large, filled with steam that somewhat clouded the air. In the center was a wide pool, and the water was clear and still.
Before I could say anything else, they led me straight into it. I tried to wiggle away but they were surprisingly strong for omegas. Of course they were. Asher is the only alpha that trains his omegas.
When the warm water touched my skin, I calmed down a bit.
"Hold still," one of them finally said.
I clenched my jaw but didn't argue with him.
Then they started scrubbing me.
One of them poured something into the water.
It smelled like honey and vanilla. It was very refreshing and the scent made me feel relaxed.
I closed my eyes for a second, letting the scent fill my head before I forced myself to stay alert.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked again, hoping that at least one of them would answer me. I didn't need a prophet to know that they hated me. Matter of fact, everyone in Milanti did. As was expected from them. I had betrayed the most powerful man in the entire kingdom.
A man who was kind and generous. A man I wouldn't have ever had the privilege of meeting if I wasn't sent to ruin him.
There was a pause.
Then one of them answered.
He looked slightly older than the others and seemed more calm and collected. The head attendant. I guessed.
He met my eyes.
"You are to be present at the Fury Festival tonight," he said.
My stomach dropped.
"What?"
His expression didn't change one bit.
"You will be presented as His Majesty's slave."
For a second, I thought I heard him wrong.
Then it settled slowly.
And my chest tightened.
"No," I said immediately. "No, that's not happening."
None of them reacted like they cared. There was no way I was going. I knew the kind of things that took place at that festival. When I was Asher's lover, I saw the way omegas from other kingdoms were treated. Does he….. intend to sell me out?
My heart dropped and suddenly I felt nauseous.
"I'm not going," I said firmly.
The head attendant only looked at me.
"That is not your decision," he replied so casually as if my fear was a joke.
They finished washing me, rinsing off the soap before helping me out of the pool. They dried me quickly and dressed me in new robes.
Unlike the ones I wore before, this one showed more skin than the others. I'm going to puke.
"We will return shortly," the head attendant said.
Then they left.
The room fell silent again.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing.
My mind was running, trying to figure out what Asher was planning.
For some odd reason, my memory went back to the night I had visited Asher's chambers.
I had stood outside his door for a long time that night.
I wanted him to claim me. I wanted to get him out of my system so I could focus on the mission. But when I got close enough to wake him, I couldn't bring myself to. My thoughts were filled with my lover back at home who was waiting for me.
Whose life was in danger because of me. It was a betrayal I wasn't willing to let plague my conscience and so I left. Not knowing that Asher was awake the entire time.
Now, thinking about it makes me feel sick.
All the while that he was here. Asher didn't show a single ounce of emotion or need for me. Of course he wouldn't. Even if I smeared him with the scent of my pheromones, It'd have no effect on him.
Asher wasn't just any alpha, he was an alpha that every omega desired. An alpha that only claims an omega when he means to. Unlike most alpha's, Asher doesn't just shove his cock in any available cunt. So when he takes you, you're fully, wholly and utterly his.
You just know he'd never look at any other person. That type of trait was extremely rare for an alpha like him. Bold of me to think that I'd have any effect on him, especially after everything I've done.
A sharp knock broke me out of my thoughts.
Before I could respond, the door opened again.
This time, it wasn't the attendants.
It was guards.
"Look who we have here." One of them I recognized as a guard who used to lure naive and desperate omegas to his bed with promises of them getting Asher's attention.
"If you weren't master's property, you'd make a very fine lay. I bet that ass is still virgin."
The other guard punched him in the face as soon as he said those words.
"That's no way to address the master's toy. I'll have your tongue removed for your insolence the next time you say such a thing."
I was taken away and we crossed multiple halls and doors which I guessed was a deliberate act to prevent me from running away. I was sure the doors were enchanted too because everytime we crossed one, it would change form.
We finally arrived at where the festival was happening. The sound of music filled my ears. It was like a replica of ancient Roman ceremonies.
The moment I stepped inside, everything seemed to slow down.
Then, a sharp voice rang out. Announcing my presence.
"The traitor of Milanti, Edmund Dionysus, has returned!"
Every head turned.
My chest tightened.
"But no longer as His Majesty's betrothed," the voice continued, "but as his slave."