At Night Time
Passing through the long corridors of the palace, the tall figure of the dark lord slipped into one of the grand looking space filled with a royal decorated, huge dinning table in the middle. The chairs on the sides looked nothing less than a luxury. With their picturesque design formulated by the most famous craftsman in the kingdom. The gold lining covering the head of the chair and the armrest was intricated with most precious gem stones that added to the charm and the look of the whole chambers. The dinning table was presented with all the mouth watering delicacies. Each dish had something intriguing about it. As if they were screaming "we-are-for-royals".
Taking one of the seats on the side of the huge chair's that was already seated with a mighty presence. The figure of the person looked bulky and his appearance was pure deception for his age. The dark lord seemed to taken up on his eyes and facial feature as one could easily tell they were related. On the other side of the huge chair, a gentle figure was seated but the clouds around her head looked dark, she seemed to have passed her cold and indifferent nature to her son. When her eyes fell on the figure of her son they lit up with a sense of warmth.
Shivering servants came forward and presented a large jar filled with red liquid and a beef thoroughly dipped in fresh blood on the large dinning table. Placing the necessary utensils on each seats, servants quickly rushed off to the side. Filling up his glass to the brim, Lord Alexander passed it to his wife and mate, Queen Julie. Filling up their glasses and plates, they started their dinner. For quite few moments only the clanks of the glass dishes created the noise to fill up the whole dinning room. When his father couldn't take up the silence anymore, he spoke in a masculine teasing voice, "My dear son, seems to busy in the kingdom affairs that he has forgotten to greet his parents." Being used to his father's teasing he spoke insincerely "Good evening the former King and Queen." The word 'former' caused a vein to throb on Alexander's head but he was quick to replace it with a carefree smile before it came to anyone's notice.
Julie rolled her eyes, She was the least worried at this moment about greetings. She was thinking of a way to tell her elder son, That his younger brother has found his mate and there would be held a mating ceremony in the morning where they would be declared as mates officially to the world. On the surface she was happy for younger son to found his happiness at such a young age, but deep inside her heart ached terribly when she viewed her son. As his mother she was no longer foreign to his wishes and longings of his mate since decades and now telling him that his brother has found one just as he turned eighteen seemed like rubbing salt on his wounds. Breathing in a heavy sigh, she spoke up in a motherly voice, "Lazarus, I wanted to inform you about something related to your brother. Regan has found his mate and he wanted it to be official, so we planned a mating ceremony for him and his mate early morning." Seeing his frozen expression she added up "If you want we'll keep it any other day. Don't-" "No need." He snapped. "Things will go as they are planned" Without another word he left the table and walked briskly towards his own chambers.
Tiredly, he stepped into the room that resembled him in many ways. In the huge chamber there was only a huge king sized bed along with a side table. Those dark walls, the void corners, the dejected atmosphere and the loneliness. Glancing at the bed, he replayed the conversation in the dinning room with his mother. How much, oh how much he wished there would be someone along with him on this miserable bed. There was a crave, a feeling of having someone loving him unconditionally, irreversibly and irrevocably... but these thoughts vanished probably as soon as they aroused. His eyes screamed of his endless longing as he stared at the glass window to his left. His eyes closed as he was reminded of those heart piercing words..
"NO! Never would he have such a mate!"
"He does not deserve such kind of mate!"
Heaving a sigh, he tried to control his emotions as his eyes turned wet. Was he so bad that he did not even deserved a mate?! He knew he was wrong to never search for mate for decades, but those words from the prophecy were enough to kill all his hopes altogether. Closing his eyes once more, he found himself engulfed in those not-so-irregular dreams...
The Next Day
The palace was decorated with a magnificent combination of roses and peonies at the throne, tulips and daises on the walls and lilies at the entrance. Like a new bride the whole kingdom was celebrating the union of the young prince with his mate. With a cold face the dark lord showed up at the ceremony with his personal guard and a dozen of other following behind him. Walking up to the stage, he took the seat on the throne, "The celebration may start now."
The young prince with his not-so-young face entered the space with his mate lily, they both were holding hands and smiling at each other widely. For a spark of moment, first time in his life lazarus felt jealous of his brother, but he buried that feeling deep in his heart and put on his usual I-don't-give-a-fuck face. His brother, Regan and his mate bowed at His majesty first, then at the former king and queen. Queen Julie rose up from her seat and stood in front of both of them and her people, a servant came out carrying a silver plate covered with a red satin cloth. Removing the cloth queen Julie took hold of the dagger and pierced it from both of their hands, mixing their blood. Her voice resonated in the silent place "In the name of the Goddess Agnes, who is responsible for our mates, Prince Regan and his mate Lily are here bounded by blood with the whole kingdom and the royalty as the witness. From this moment onwards they are officially regarded as each other's mate."
The sounds of awe and wishing of the long live of the couple rang out. Seeing the cold face of his lord, Drew couldn't help but suppress the ache that he felt in his heart for his majesty. "Oh Goddess Agnes, You can takeaway my mate but don't do this to him. How can even you not see how much he craves for love. Please grant him with a mate." he said dramatically, silently praying in his heart.
As he stared at his front he felt shivers down his back, turning his head back he saw his majesty giving him a hard stare along with fake sympathy filled gaze from the younger prince. Only after a few seconds he realized he said those words out loud. He blushed in embarrassment and quickly got down on his knee's and begged "Oh my lord please kill me, swap my head for butting it in your affairs. Maybe I served you for whole my life but it shouldn't matter. Maybe I took every attack directed at you but that shouldn't lead me from being spared for such bizarre act. Punish me your majesty do it. I would be grateful to die for you.." He sobbed fakely. Lazarus glared at him for a moment then raised his one eyebrow. He lazily spoke, "Sure, Let's do as you wish, Call the royal executioner."
"LORD! HOW COULD-" He almost yelled but shunted up with a glare from lazarus. In a sweet voice he spoke again, "Lord, MY dear lord! I am your loyal servant since your childhood. Lets make peace-"
"Fine then, Regan didn't our garden needed grooming, lets have our brother here do it."
"But lord, its 9 acres.." "You are a vampire drew if you keep forgetting. yo have 15 min, 1 minute late will lead to one more acre for you."
"I'm sorry lord, I don't think this is acceptable." Drew deadpanned. "Fine, where's the royal executioner..?!" "Lord! lord lord, why fret, this servant of yours have miles of run in morning, 9 acres Is just warm up."
"Good. Very good. Regan make sure to count the minutes."
As Lazarus left the courtroom, Drew's face was filled with horror and Regan has an evil smirk on his face. Regan spoke with a teasing tone "Childhood brother, Let's go and complete your 'warm up'."