The Beast
Age three
the boy grew up to be truly beautiful and innocent, the boy would make anyone fall to their knees with just a smile, and the boy had his father's eyes. blue and grey, one look at them, and anyone will be under a spell but people always talk, no one liked to come across a beast, a devil, an abomination.
lots of people or the maids in the mansion stayed clear of the boy, nobody addressed the boy as the crowned prince, he was hated and spat at but the boy smiled at everything that spared him a look.
the King tried to stay with the boy as much as he could but that was not enough, the king had assigned wet nurses, and a nanny to watch over the boy but he would wail and cry alone in the middle of the day or night, sometimes he would be left alone to fend for himself, but what a three-year-old innocent child could do.
one day the boy left his designated room to look for his father, looking for someone familiar and someone who loved him no matter what. he walked the vast halls, trying not to wonder, but yet he did.
he walked into a room where there were lots of paintings and huge chairs, but no one in sight. the boy heard voices beyond the room from a single door, at the age of three, the child was way more mature than any other seven years old, boy. he walked to the door and peeked in.
there he saw three ministers talking to his nanny, he opened his mouth to call out to her, but he remembered that the last he did it she ignored him and went away, so he just stood there watching them.
"Take this and make sure he consumes it before midnight, the boy will not live to see the next sunrise. the King is stupid to let the beast, live but we cannot sit and watch that thing grow up and destroy our kingdom, hurry don't let anyone see you," the grand minister ushered the maid away, and she was coming right at him.
the boy ran away with his little legs to hide beneath the large table, he thought over what he had witnessed but didn't know what had happened.
he waited for everyone to leave before he crawled out of his hiding spot, he wonders around again but couldn't find his father anywhere in the mansion, he then used his werewolf senses to try to find his father's scent, and he caught on to the scent and followed it. the scent led him to a huge room at the end of the hall.
he walked in the door and found a beautiful room with a huge bed and windows, his sense went haywire when a comforting aura surrounded him, his instincts forced him to climb up and engulf himself with the scent. he pulled out the duvet cover off the bed and pulled it all around him. it gave him so much comfort like he knew who it belongs to and yet he didn't at the same time. he felt himself relax and after a long time in his three years of life, he slept, with a smile on his face.
he woke up to chaos around him, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and he yawned loving the warmth of the duvet blanket. he was about to nod off again but the growling and yelling distract him. he crawls out of the room but held the blanket closer to his body. the voices grew louder with every step he took.
"where is my son?" the King roared angrily scaring the servants in front of him
"Papa?" he yawned rubbing his eyes and looking at his father who was growling with anger, he had half shifted into his wolf his eyes blood red, his claws out, with hair growing on his skin. his father's face snapped in his direction and his body language changed aggressively, he shifted back to his human form, he shed his hair and his claws retreated before he ran to hold his child in his arms.
"where were you, my child? I was scared something bad happened" he kissed his chubby cheeks, and the child giggled as his father's beard scratched his face. then he stopped as his child's scent was mixed with his mate's scent, a scent he knew too well. he looked at his son trying to find the source. he saw the blanket his child was clenching in his small hands
"Where did you find this, my child?" the child clenched the blanket tighter again afraid his father would take it away.
"it's mine, Papa I found it" his father smiled down at his child's innocence he kissed his head and hugged the child tighter, he was happy his child craved his mate's scent.
"let's go, I'll take you to see your mother, " he kissed his soft head again. the boy yawned again and laid his head on his father's shoulder snuggling into his warmth.
the King walked back to the room his child had fallen asleep in, King closed the door and carried his child towards a huge portrait, and stood in front of it
"This is your mother, child, you look just like her," the boy looked awed at the beautiful woman in front of him.
"She so pretty, Papa " the child exclaimed giggling cheerfully.
"yes my child, she is very pretty just like you," he blooped his small nose
"Papa? am I a bad child?" he asked chewing at the end of the blanket.
The King raised an eyebrow at his son's question " why do you say that? did someone say that to you?" he inquired
"My nanny and three other men said some bad things about me, he also gave the nanny something in a small bottle," the boy spoke of the matter playing with the blanket not realizing how severe the accusation was.
The King stiffened as the words left his son's mouth, he kissed the head of his beautiful son, " You are not bad my child, it's the people who don't understand how to differentiate between good and evil, you, my son, are the nicest boy I have ever met, don't let anyone tell you otherwise, "
that night the child slept in his mother's room snuggling into her scent not knowing how his father had brutally executed the four people, someone who would go to such lengths as to murder an innocent child.
the screams and cries of the four people echoed in the basement of the mansion, unknown to the people living above. the King kept his promise, and he intended to do so for the rest of his life, protecting his precious child.