The Heir is Mateless

Family Conflictions

~Frekí~

Frekí knew Accalia really well. Along with being siblings, they were practically all the family each other had growing up. Their mother had died when they were both young, and since father was the king, he was never around much. His sister was always the independent one, and she always felt that she had to take on the burdens of the world alone.

It's been 2 years since Accalia got her wolf, but she still hadn't found her mate. Not that she cared or had been looking. Since he wasn't the Heir, Frekí held no power in court, but he still didn't agree with what his father was forcing her into.

Frekí shook his head as he watched his sister run off into the woods. She's had her wolf for longer and has always seemed more on the wild side. He turned away, walking towards his room to get changed for the party. The castle halls were decorated very sparsley. High up, the ceilings had windows embedded to provide natural lighting. Even though their home had running water, it still appeared to be as old as it was. The walls were cobbled stone, with paintings hanging, which were at least a century old.

The Prince's courters were in the west tower, and he loved it. Sure, the stairs were a pain, but it was further from court antics and drama. That, and it was easier to keep his secret hidden. There were many reasons why Frekí should not be king, but he kept the biggest reason he kept to himself. People believed what they wanted to about the Prince, and he was okay with it as long as they never learned the truth.

Reaching his bedroom, he stripped the clothes worn all day, now sticking to his skin from sweat. For a younger man, he was built incredibly well. Growing up knowing he wouldn't inherit the throne, he spent most of his time with the soldiers in combat training. Frekí washed himself quickly in the shower, then stepped out, water trickling down his abs and onto the floor.

Although he was a warrior, the prince also loved dressing up for parties. Besides, he had a date after, too. Frekí chose to wear a green button-up with a v-cut, tight black pants, calf-high boots, and a black vest with a collar. He also parted his silver to one side and trimmed his facial hair down to stubble.

Making his way to the party, the prince didn't expect to see his sister there. With the way she was upset earlier, she'd probably be out in the forest still. That meant he had to be the one to cover for her tonight and keep up appearances. Even though he hated the entire social hierarchy here in the castle, he didn't have much of a choice in the family he was born to.

The first hour was unbearable. The prince couldn't walk ten feet without being asked about his sister. "Where is the Princess?", "Have you seen your sister?", "Will the Heir be joining her own birthday celebration?" It just went on and on.

Finally, word had spread that the Princess was ill. Frekí snuck off to grab a drink...or two...or three. While downing the second drink, someone came up beside him. "Woah there, don't get too f***ed up before the real fun tonight."

"Cyprus, you know two drinks won't f**k me up, even when I'm an old man. Besides, you know I hate all this 'royal responsibility' nonsense." Frekí took the opportunity to swig back another drink.

Cyprus brought his voice down to a whisper. "Easy, I want to make sure I'm not taking advantage of you tonight, love."

"Relax, you know you're always welcome to take advantage of me." This brought a smirk to Cyprus' face. "Well come on then, captain, it's time to 'mingle'."

Cyprus was the captain of the king's guard, in charge of the protective duty for the royal family. This is how Frekí and him became close and soon started training together. Although, it all eventually led to something more...intimate.

The two made their way around, being introduced to people they'd probably never talk to again and soon became bored. "Let's give it a few more minutes, then we'll leave," the prince stated. As Cyprus nodded his agreement, someone walked up to the pair. While Frekí turned his head to greet the person, Cyprus slipped a powder into the Prince's drink.

The brunette continued to walk angrily towards them. "Frekí where is Accalia?! I swear, if the rumors are true about her being sent away, I'm going to kick your a**!"

Cyprus then stepped in front of Frekí. "Now Lyka, that isn't any way to talk to a prince, even for someone with your loud mouth." He scoffed as she tried to go around him, making her frustrated because he blocked her way.

"Brother, I will give you one chance to move before you become collateral damage!"

The siblings both had brown hair and brown eyes but didn't appear too similar besides that. Cyprus had a wider face and seemed to get all the height in the family, while Lyka's facial features were small, and she stood at only 5'0. However, they looked almost identical in wolf form, with her just being smaller than him. Cyprus was in a white dress shirt with a black and gold vest, and Lyka was in all black riding gear, very obviously just returning from border patrol.

Cyprus decided to back off, interested to see where this was going."You may be the prince, but she's my best friend, and I am her beta, so I outrank you! Did you know about this?! It's ridiculous. You know she's been preparing to rule since she was born!" Lyka may have been younger, but she had always been more outspoken and hard-headed.

Frekí began to mumble his response but didn't make much sense. He tried to walk towards Lyka but stumbled in the process. At this point, she had enough and turned to her brother again. "Seriously, Cyprus, you can't even keep him sober for one f***king night?!"

Cyprus had moved forward to catch the prince before he fell and now held him up. "Look, it's my job to protect the royal family from outside threats, not from themselves."

"You're job as captain, yes." She lowered her voice before speaking again. "But I would think that as his lover, you wouldn't want him so intoxicated he doesn't know what's going on."

"Look, I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to get him out of here before others start to notice." She huffed and turned on her leather boots, quickly leaving the party.

Cyprus took the prince under his arm and began to lead him away. "Alright, it's time to get you to bed." They successfully made it out to the hallway without any problems, but the real struggle would be getting him up the stairs. Reaching the west tower, Cyprus looked around and listened carefully. After confirming they were alone, he loaded the prince onto his back and carried him up the two hundred or so steps it took to reach the bedroom.

Frekí was barely conscious as Cyprus laid him down on the bed, and it was only a few minutes before he succumbed to sleep. After hearing the Prince's slow heart rate and steady breath, Cyprus took the opportunity to sneak away and tend to some unfinished business.