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There were a lot of things that Dejun loved about being a prince.

The castle that Dejun got to call home. The fancy clothes and gifts that he wore. His brother, Kun. His parents. The love and adoration from the people that he hoped he’d managed to reciprocate by the duties he’d performed.

Of course, there were things he hated too.

Though the second-born prince, Dejun wasn’t exempted from the work that plagued his brother, but he at least had it easier than him. His days were filled with lessons—politics, language, geography—anything and everything that his parents had considered to be important enough for him to know. Some lessons, like sword-fighting and horse-riding, he did enjoy. Dancing too, since he didn’t have to be sitting down all the time, but still, he hated how stiff and full of rules they were.

But what he hated most of all was the fact that he was born an omega. He didn’t hate omegas; if anything, he adored them by loving their flowery scents and their gentler nature. However, as an omega prince, it meant that he would not get the same freedom in mating Kun did. In fact, he had no choice who he mated.

For alpha and beta royals, betas and omegas would send them items laced with their scent. The alpha and beta royals then chose the one they want to mate. For omega royals, they just had to be content with whoever had chosen them and gotten their parents’ approval. 

Of course, he had known since he was young that he’d never get to marry for love.

Dejun only hoped that his future mate was not going to be an asshole. 

Even as the second-born prince of the Luna Kingdom, he could not afford the luxury of love. His marriage would be just like Kun’s: everything would be done for political reasons—wealth, resources, or alliances. 

But not love.

His parents had at least promised to find him someone who was nice . That promise did little to unwind the knots in his stomach as he stood in front of his parents in their bedroom one morning, a month away from his birthday. Dejun had been woken up by Yangyang, his childhood friend and future advisor, who told him that his parents wanted him in their chambers now. 

The sun had barely risen above the horizon, and Dejun yawned into his hand as he walked the empty corridors with Yangyang. “Did they tell you why they want me out of bed now?” Dejun had asked though he had an idea about what his parents might want to talk about. Yangyang shook his head, stifling a yawn. The prince ruffled his hair fondly.

They mostly walked in silence, still not awake enough to joke around. When they finally got there, Dejun had to take a deep breath before knocking. A soft voice told him to come in. Before he did, Dejun looked over his shoulder at Yangyang.

“Go get some more sleep, Yangyang. Don’t wait here,” Dejun said. His friend nodded, but the prince had a feeling the younger would wait instead. Despite the nerves, his lips pulled into a smile. Dejun walked in to find his mom sitting behind his ma’s table, reading from a paper, while his ma was standing in front of the table. 

“They chose him, Jieqiong,” His ma, Queen Qian, pointed at the paper, the widest smile on her face. “They chose our Dejun.”

Dejun felt like he got cold water dumped on him. All of the sleepiness disappeared, replaced by dread.

“Ma, mom, you called for me?” Dejun questioned. Qian, turned around, still smiling widely. Princess Consort Jieqiong mirrored the expression as she put the paper down. Dejun spotted a crest stamped onto the envelope on the table, but he stood too far to identify what kingdom or family it was from. 

“Dejun, remember when we asked you for clothes that have your scent?” Qian asked.

Dejun nodded. How could he forget? Even if it had happened a month ago, he had woken up scared that some stranger would’ve taken a liking to him from just a whiff of his scent. 

“We got answers from Aureum,” Qian announced, smile widening. Aureum was a bigger kingdom, a few days’ ride away, close to the sea. Not far, but not home. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever met their royalties before. “Their Crown Prince is also turning twenty this year, Dejun. You’re the same age.” His head felt light. This was it then; he was a promised omega now. “They chose you, Dejun.”

His parents had the widest smiles on their faces and stars in their eyes, but tears pricked his own eyes. 

They chose you. He didn’t even try to reel in his feelings. Sourness tainted his orange blossom and lilac scent. “Who is he?” Of course Dejun knew his name, but he didn’t really know who the Crown Prince was. 

“His name is Kunhang. He’s a lovely boy, Dejun, I’ve met him a few times. He’s beautiful and humorous. Polite and respectful. He’s perfect,” Qian described. Dejun held his tongue, despite wanting to scream at her that maybe he was just like that because his ma was an alpha. “He’s younger than you by a month, so he’ll be coming to your coming-of-age. You’ll get to celebrate it here.” 

Right. Because Ten’s coming-of-age had happened here since he had gotten mated to Kun the month before. Dejun wasn’t sure if it was meant to make him feel better, but he’ll take what he could get. 

“Will he be spending time with me before the party?” From his guess, probably not. His 20th birthday was in a month, shuffling schedules would be a nightmare and princely duties would come first. Qian’s apologetic smile answered for him. “Is that all, Ma, Mom?” Even if Dejun tried to sound as polite as possible, his scent betrayed him. The orange blossom smelled rotten, even to him.

“Dejun…” The smile had slipped off of Qian’s face, and even Jieqong frowned at him. She never did that, not at him, at least, even when he’d accidentally broken her favorite vase. He’d care more if he wasn’t trying his hardest not to cry in front of them. 

“I should get ready for breakfast.” Dejun bowed, dismissing himself. Breakfast wasn’t even supposed to happen for at least another hour. He’ll get an earful, but for now, Dejun simply turned around and left the room. And just like he thought, Yangyang sat outside, resting against the pillar across the door, eyes closed. The scene brought a smile to his face. At least he’ll have the younger with him when he moves. “Yangyang,” Dejun whispered softly, running his hand through his hair. The beta stirred, looking up at him blearily. “Come on.”

Dejun gently tugged the younger up, ignoring the furrowed eyebrows. “Ge, are you okay?” Yangyang asked once they started walking back to Dejun’s quarters. Dejun just gave him a watery smile. Yangyang took his hand and squeezed it. 

Only when Dejun was in the safety of his room and in Yangyang’s arms did he let himself cry. 

Dejun contemplated skipping breakfast. He laid in bed, staring at the beautiful artwork of the night sky Ten had painted on his ceiling a year ago, as Yangyang informed him of his schedule for the day. Dejun realized he wouldn’t be so busy, and he could definitely skip breakfast. But that meant running away from his problem, and Dejun hated doing that.

“Do you want me to tell your family you won’t be joining them?” Yangyang asked. The younger was already dressed for the day, and not a single hair was out of place. He looked so put together that sometimes Dejun thinks that he would be more suited to royal life than him. 

Sighing, Dejun pushed himself to a sitting position. “Running away’s not gonna change anything, I might as well get it over with.” Yangyang smiled, but it wasn’t the bright one Dejun grew up with. “Hey, I’m okay. Truly. I knew someone was gonna accept sooner or later, and I’m just glad I wasn’t betrothed when I was twelve or something.” Some kingdoms still followed that tradition. It was the maximum age for alphas and omegas to have presented, and sometimes, the royals scrambled to betroth their child as soon as possible.

Yangyang nodded, but he avoided Dejun’s eyes. “The bath should be ready now, ge. I’ll come back in twenty?” Dejun nodded. Yangyang left the room, maybe to check the food in the kitchen or to talk to the seamstress. The younger never told him about the extent of his work, but he imagined it was a lot. 

Dejun stripped down and gently eased himself into the warm water. He sighed and let himself relax for a few minutes. 

What a mess he made. Yes, this whole situation upset him, but how unbecoming of a prince to react like that. He should apologize. This was just another one of his duties, and he knew that someone would pick him at one point. He wondered if Kuanheng was the first one to choose him, or had there been others? 

Tipping his head back, Dejun looked up at the ceiling. There was no painted night sky or other artwork up there. The smooth surface greeted him instead. He’d meant to ask Ten to paint something, but there was no point doing it now. 

Sighing, he closed his eyes. He let the lilac scent from the bath wash over him. Dejun wondered why Crown Prince Kunhang had chosen his scent. Did it complement his, or did he simply like it? Or was he like Kun, who had gotten so overwhelmed with the want to protect and love that he had immediately chosen Ten’s scent? 

Dejun wondered what Crown Prince Kunhang was like. Despite everything, he couldn’t find it in him to hate the alpha. They were bound by duty. Besides, his parents had agreed to his proposal, so he must at least be a pleasant person to be around. 

Still, Dejun couldn’t help but feel slightly bitter; Kunhang had a choice, but he didn’t. 

When the water started to turn cold, Dejun decided to get out. He shivered at the wind from the open window as he made his way to the towel hung near the door. After Dejun had presented, he had refused to have servants follow him everywhere. The mix of scents made him dizzy, and he had felt suffocated by so many people around him all the time. He had wanted only Yangyang to help him, and he’d never changed his mind about that.

Donning the bathrobe, Dejun walked back inside his room, finding Yangyang on the sofa, pouring some tea. “Your clothes are behind the changing screen, Dejun-ge.” 

“Thank you, Yangyang.” 

Dejun took his time putting on his clothes, trying to calm himself down. His parents just always wanted the best for him. Kuanheng must be nice, or at least tolerable, for them to have decided to send his scent. 

A knock startled him out of his thoughts. “Dejun?” Kun’s voice came from the other side of the door, and Dejun breathed out. “Breakfast is served. Are you alright?” Concern laced his voice. Dejun was never late for his meals, no matter how hectic his schedule was. 

“Coming, Kun-ge!” Dejun looked at the mirror, making sure nothing looked out of place, and only when he deemed himself presentable did he open the door, smiling at the older. “Sorry, I took too long in the bath.” Kun raised his eyebrows at the obvious lie. Yangyang would never let him be late for meals, and he would’ve pulled Dejun’s body out by force if he had to.

“Is Yangyang not here?” Kun questioned, peering in. The beta waved his hand, putting down the teapot. Dejun looked down at the floor, pursing his lips. “I already heard from Ma, Dejun,” Kun said softly, taking Dejun’s hand in his, squeezing it. “We’ll talk after breakfast, alright?”

Dejun nodded, still looking down. Kun kissed his temple gently before leaving. When Dejun turned around, Yangyang shoved a cup into his hands. “You should’ve known better than to lie to Kun-ge, Dejun-ge,” he commented. And he was right; Kun knew pretty much everything about him and could read him better than everyone else, even his parents. Only Yangyang was better than him. Dejun drank the tea silently instead of answering. Yangyang took the cup when he was done and ushered him out of the room. 

The first thing Dejun did when he entered the dining room was walk to his parents’ seats and kiss their cheeks. “I’m sorry about this morning, ma, mom,” Dejun whispered. “I was rude and I’ll never do it again.” Because I won’t be around for much longer , he thought but kept that part to himself. 

Qian smiled at him, patting his cheek. “All is forgiven, Dejun.” 

“I promise you’ll like him, Dejun. He’s truly a wonderful boy,” Jieqiong assured. Dejun simply smiled. He squeezed their hands before making his way to his chair. Ten, seated beside him, patted his thigh. The smile on the older omega’s face was bright, and when he turned to Kun, the loving expression made Dejun look away.

Oh, how he dreamed for even a quarter of the love Kun and Ten shared for himself and his partner.

Throughout breakfast, his parents did not make any mention of the arrangement. Kun talked about the fields he’d seen during his ride and how they would have another plentiful harvest.

When breakfast ended, Dejun made his way back to his room with Yangyang, followed by Kun and Ten. Ten pulled him in for a hug when they arrived in Dejun’s room, his vanilla scent washing over him. Dejun clung to him tight, breathing in a mixture of vanilla, amber, and sparkling wine. Ten understood his feelings all too well.

“How did you come to terms with it, Ten-ge?” Dejun asked, wiping the tears that fell. Another body hugged him from behind, and Dejun let himself relax against Kun’s body, his sandalwood and juniper scent always a source of comfort. The two scents intermingled to form a blanket of security that was just as warm as their hug.

Ten cupped his cheeks, smiling gently at him. “Well, I couldn’t do it, at first,” he started. “I knew it was my duty, and many of my citizens would kill to take my place. But I just found myself hating Kun for choosing me out of everyone else.” Dejun chuckled. He couldn’t imagine that, no matter how hard he tried. Kun and Ten loved each other so much, and anyone with eyes could tell. Even now, with Dejun standing in the middle, the two hardly broke their gazes from each other. “But then, gradually, I learned to let go of that anger. It was my duty, and I wasn’t running away, and I know you feel the same.”

“Did you know that, the first time we met, Ten glared at me so hard Sicheng asked me if I had accidentally run his garden over or something?” Kun interjected. Ten laughed but earned a light dusting of the cheeks in sheepishness. Dejun raised his eyebrows. “I went to escort him back to get to know him at his home and to escort him back to Luna. Somewhere between our first dinner and my coming-of-age party, the two of us came to an understanding. Not love, but a companionship of sorts.”

“It definitely helped that he made an effort to come to my home. But it was his kindness and patience and his love for his people that truly made me fall for him.” By this point, Dejun decided to wriggle his way out of Kun’s hold, moving to stand with Yangyang. The two simply held each other instead. “And I’m not best friends with Kunhang or anything, but I knew him, and he is a nice person, Dejun. He’ll make you happy.” 

Dejun sighed. That was perhaps the least he could ask for. “And if he doesn’t?” 

Ten’s grin sent a shudder down his spine. “Well, I know a different way to a man’s heart.”

The days passed by in a blur. 

With the day of Dejun’s coming-of-age inching closer, his schedules filled to the brim with preparations. In between lessons and meetings, Dejun could be found at the seamstress, the jeweler, or at the garden, picking out flowers. By the time he made it inside his bedroom, Dejun was so exhausted he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Dejun enjoyed the busyness; it helped him push the thought of the betrothal to the back of his mind, and he was content with not thinking about Prince Kunhang until the party. 

Too bad the alpha prince did not share his sentiments. 

A week after the announcement, Dejun had gotten a personal letter. He discarded it on the table until Yangyang made him read it. 

To my beloved Prince Dejun,

It delights me to know that your parents have agreed to our union. I hope you can forgive me for not being able to meet you sooner, but know that I am counting the days until I meet you.

Yours, 

Crown Prince Kunhang 

The letter was simple and formal. Yangyang had squealed after reading the content, but Dejun wasn’t convinced. It felt so curated. “Do you want me to send him a reply in your place?” Yangyang asked, already pulling out the necessary materials. 

While that would’ve been preferable, Dejun wanted to send Kunhang a first impression. Maybe he’d realize he wasn’t worth it and back off. “No. I’ll send him a reply.”

“Don’t alienate him.” 

Dejun rolled his eyes. Seemed like Yangyang was more into Kunhang than he was. He kept his own letter simple:

To the wonderful Crown Prince Kunhang, 

Thank you for taking the time to write, Kunhang. It is an honor to have been chosen by you. I fully understand that duties come first and I accept your apology. Please take care of yourself and I hope to see you in Luna soon.

Sincerely, 

Prince Dejun

The letter got sent, and Dejun pushed the thought of Kunhang to the back of his mind until another letter arrived the week after. Kun raised an eyebrow at him when Yangyang brought the letter during lunch with the widest grin. Dejun hid the letter, steering the conversation back to finding the solution for the troubles some farmers had voiced about the crops. 

Unlike usual, his day had ended early. Yangyang sat across from him with an eager expression, watching Dejun open the new letter. While it still read as curated, the language loosened into something less formal than the first one. Dejun felt his cheeks burning at the words. 

To my lovely Prince Dejun, 

Thank you for your well wishes. You are as courteous as many have said. I will be making the journey soon and I cannot wait to see your beautiful face. Please stay healthy until then.

Yours, 

Crown Prince Kunhang

Dejun pulled out his paper as Yangyang prepared tea, giggling. “I’m starting to think you’re more eager to meet him than me,” Dejun teased; the tips of Yangyang’s ears turned red. 

“He just sounds really nice, ge.” And he does. Or at least, he seemed like he was from his letters. Hopefully, the reality wouldn’t be far from the truth. “And I’m happy for you,” Yangyang whispered. Dejun’s smile softened as he pulled Yangyang in for a hug. 

“Thank you, Yangyang.” 

Hopefully, this letter sounded less formal, but Dejun doubted it. He was just too used to choosing his words carefully. Still, it read:

To the delightful Crown Prince Kunhang, 

Thank you for the compliment. You are also as skillful with your words as I heard.

I did not realize that time had passed so quickly. Please have a safe trip. I am looking forward to showing you the beauty of Luna.

Warmly, 

Prince Dejun

This time around, Dejun couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wondered if there would be a following letter, and if it did, would it arrive before Kunhang set out for Luna? Yangyang teased him for daydreaming, but even the beta was eagerly waiting. 

Their answer came a week later. 

Dejun had been in the middle of a lesson on Aureum when Kun barged in. The older looked like he’d run from the courtyard—where he was supposed to be training. The teacher, Yixing, raised an eyebrow at Dejun as Kun caught his breath, but the omega shrugged in response.  ”My apologies for the intrusion, laoshi , but Dejun and Yangyang are needed at the throne room.”

“Is this an emergency, Your Highness?” Yixing inquired. 

“Yes.”

“Well, then, we shall continue this lesson tomorrow, Prince Dejun.” Dejun and Yangyang bowed in apology and followed Kun out the door. 

The crown prince walked fast enough for the two to struggle to catch up. “Kun-ge, what’s wrong?” Dejun asked as they rounded the corner and almost collided with a servant. The servant apologized profusely, bowing. Dejun barely had time to reassure her that it was alright before Kun pulled him along. “Kun-ge, seriously, what is it?” It wasn’t like Kun to be rude to servants. 

No explanation came. Dejun sighed and tried his best to keep up with Kun’s long strides until they stood in front of the throne room. “Someone from Aureum came,” Kun finally explained. 

“The crown prince?” Dejun was careful not to sound too eager. Maybe the letters had warmed him to the idea of mating the alpha.

The alpha shook his head. “A messenger. Kunhang wouldn’t be here until your birthday, remember?” Dejun couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. A tiny part of him had hoped the letters would’ve made a difference, but of course not. Princely duties come first. 

“Right. I was just wondering if Kunhang had decided to move his visit earlier,” Dejun reasoned. Kun patted his head with a look akin to pity. “Let’s go in. We shouldn’t keep them waiting.” 

The doors opened, and Dejun first noted the unfamiliar scent of what he realized a moment later was sage. Or, at the very least, whosever scent this was had strong, earthy aroma of greenery and musk. Sage always relaxed Dejun, having burned it on the days he was really stressed. The source came from a young man standing in front of his parents with his back turned to them.

“Ah, Dejun,” Qian called. When the man turned around, Dejun felt his steps falter. The messenger had big eyes and a warm smile. And an alpha, undoubtedly so. It took everything in Dejun’s power to not stare. “Kun, thank you for bringing your brother here.” Kun bowed and nudged the prince to walk forward. 

“Your Highness,” the young alpha started as Dejun walked closer. “My name is Hendery and Crown Prince Kunhang sends you his regards.” Hendery bowed, somehow managing to do so despite the huge box he was carrying. Dejun bowed back, dazed. Hendery smelled good. No, wait, more than good; he smelled like safety and comfort. 

Alas, he wasn’t his promised mate.

“This is a gift from Crown Prince Kunhang.” Yangyang walked forward, taking the box from Hendery despite his protests. With the alpha’s hands free, he went to open it. Dejun stifled a gasp. 

Inside the box was a tea set, black in color, with gold dragons decorating the teapot and cups. It was clearly well-made and expensive. Many knew about the prince’s love of tea, but this felt especially curated.  “It’s beautiful,” Dejun whispered in awe. Hendery smiled wider and passed him a letter, which, this time, Dejun carefully opened. 

To my dearest Dejun,

I hope this letter reaches you because it means Hendery has arrived safely. Once again, I must apologize, as prior engagements don’t allow me to come and meet you before your birthday. I hope the gift is not too forward. Once I see you, maybe we can have tea together. Please take care until the day we finally meet.

Yours, 

Kunhang

The lack of formal titles brought a flush to his cheeks. Dejun folded the paper carefully and pushed them back inside the envelope. So this was what Ten meant about coming to terms…

“Hendery will be staying here until your birthday, Dejun,” Jieqiong explained. “Would you mind being his guide?” 

“Oh, no, that isn’t needed, Your Majesty,” Hendery protested. “I’m simply here as Prince Kunhang’s messenger.” 

“You are our guest, Hendery,” Jieqiong objected.

“I don’t mind as well,” Dejun added. Not to mention, Dejun could learn about Aureum from someone who lived there. Yixing was a great teacher, but he was native to Luna. 

Hendery still looked hesitant but bowed nonetheless, thanking his parents for their hospitality. When he turned back to Dejun, his bright smile returned. 

“Come, Hendery, I’ll bring you to your room. You must be exhausted from your journey.” 

“Thank you, Your Highness; you’re very kind.” 

“Please, just call me Dejun. I don’t like being called by my title unless we are in court.” 

Hendery opened his mouth, probably to protest, but Yangyang nudged him. “Just do as Dejun-ge says, trust me,” the beta warned. Dejun wanted to laugh at how comical Hendery’s face looked, mouth closing and opening like a fish out of water. Eventually, Hendery nodded. 

Dejun led them to the guest wing just as a maid walked out of a room and informed Dejun that it had been cleaned for Hendery. Dejun smiled and thanked her, echoed by Hendery. He did not miss the blush that crept on the maid but decided not to bring it up.

“I hope that the room is to your liking, Hendery,” Dejun said sincerely. “I have to go attend to my duties for now, but perhaps you’d like a simple tour of our gardens when you are rested?” 

“I would love that, Yo–Dejun,” Hendery answered.

“Well, we’ll see you later then.” Dejun bowed and left with Yangyang.

“So, what do you think, ge?” Yangyang asked once they were a safe distance away from the guest wing. 

“About what?”

“Hendery,” Yangyang deadpanned. The younger managed to duck away from Dejun’s arm, smiling. “Of course, I mean Crown Prince Kunhang. He sent a gift! Something you like!” And he did. It wasn’t a pointless gift, but something that Dejun loved . Maybe Kunhang had put some thought when he had chosen him. 

“I suppose he’s not that bad,” Dejun reluctantly said. 

Perhaps this union would not be so miserable after all. 

Hendery did not join them for lunch, with a maid informing them that he had requested for his meal to be brought to his room. Dejun had meant to visit him after lunch and maybe invite him to a simple tour, but the seamstress had needed him to do a final fitting. As it turned out, Dejun had lost weight–despite never missing a meal–and gotten a scolding from the seamstress. 

Yangyang simply smiled when Dejun looked at him for help. 

“Youre already so skinny, Your Highness. Please make sure to eat more.” The elderly seamstress named Handong had worked at the palace for longer than Dejun had been alive. Despite the prince’s insistence on being called by his name, she never did so. 

“I am eating enough, ayi ,” Dejun protested. 

“Eat more, ” she insisted. “Make sure he eats more, Xiao Yang!”

The delight on Yangyang’s face was palpable with his lips stretched to show his gummy smile. “Will do, ayi .” 

After an hour and another dozen reminders to eat more, they finally wrapped up with the fitting. Dejun thanked Handong profusely before dashing out. Yangyang’s laughter filled the hallways, and Dejun glared at him. The advisor simply answered with a smile. 

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day, right?” Yangyang nodded. What a rarity, especially now, with how busy Dejun had been. His schedules had been packed with meetings to ensure that when Dejun left, there would be no loose ends.

“You wanna drink tea in the garden?” Yangyang asked. 

“Absolutely,” Dejun answered. “Want to join me?”

“I’d love to, ge, but I have to help my mother with something.” The advisor looked  apologetic. “I’ll ask someone to bring it to you before I leave. The central garden?” 

“Yes. And send my regards to ayi .” And an apology for taking her only son away from her. “I’ll see you later tonight?” Yangyang nodded. He walked away with a skip in his steps—probably at the thought of seeing his mother without a schedule to cut his time short. Dejun chuckled fondly. 

The prince decided to take a more roundabout way to get to the central garden. Now that he had the time, he noticed some details he hadn’t previously noticed, and turned corners that he never did before. With his time in Luna now limited, Dejun wanted to memorize the castle. 

As he rounded another corner, Dejun saw Hendery wandering down the hall. His room was a few more turns away, but from the furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, he looked lost. 

The prince called out his name, making the messenger jolt. Dejun couldn’t help a laugh  Hendery’s expression relaxed and he started to smile when he realized who it was. “Are you lost?”

“I seem to be, Your Highness,” Hendery answered. 

“As I said before, just call me Dejun,” he scolded. “Come, let me help you get back to your room.” The omega walked about two steps before stopping, throwing a glance over his shoulder. “Actually, on second thought, would you mind accompanying me to the garden? I’m having tea there, and well, I did promise a tour of our garden.”

“I’d love to accompany you, Dejun.” Hendery smiled wide. What a stunning sight his smile was. Too handsome to be a messenger, surely.

Such looks deserved a royal status. Maybe the messenger was distantly related to Prince Kunhang. Or, perhaps, was Prince Kunhang himself. 

Dejun banished the thought as soon as it surfaced. Kunhang must be busy; he wouldn’t have time to play dress up. Besides, why would a prince—crown prince, at that—stoop to a lower station when he could just come here as himself and receive a warm welcome?

The two of them walked side by side in silence. He did not feel like he had to fill the silence with mindless chatter—as he often did with foreign guests. Dejun decided to chalk it up to Hendery’s calming scent. 

It wasn’t often that he felt that way, especially with an alpha. Well, at least he knew someone who was nice to be around in Aureum. 

Dejun smelled the flowers before he saw them, and a smile made its way to his face when he saw the surprise on Hendery’s face. “Does the Aureum castle not have a garden?” He asked teasingly. 

“It does.” Hendery sounded breathless. He approached one of the plants carefully, as if scared that it would shy away from him. “But nothing as colorful as this. This is so beautiful, Dejun.” 

Those words filled Dejun with pride. Though he hadn’t been the one to plant the flowers—that honor belonged to his grandmother and ma—he had started to help take care of them as soon as he was allowed to. Besides tea and books, gardening was also a favorite pastime of his. “Thank you, Hendery.” 

Hendery still looked fascinated by all the bright flowers, eyes wide with wonder.. 

“You can touch them,” Dejun mentioned. Hendery turned to him with a raised eyebrow as the prince repeated himself. “They’re not as delicate as many say they are.” 

Hesitantly, Hendery reached out to touch the osmanthus flowers; his touch was delicate, almost fleeting. “Osmanthus, right?” 

“You know your flowers,” Dejun noted.

“Just this one. It means love, if I’m not mistaken?”

“Love, faithfulness, and fertility. It’s one of my favorite flowers, actually. First tree that I planted as well.”

“Did you do all this?” Hendery asked. Dejun spotted a servant coming from the other door with a tray in hand, faltering when he saw that the prince was not alone. Dejun smiled and nodded, turning back to Hendery as the servant began setting up the pot. 

“No,” Dejun answered. “Just a few. Nainai was the one who started to plant flowers and trees personally, and mama followed in her footsteps. I was introduced to this when I was around five or six, but I only planted my first flower when I was twelve.” 

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Highness,” the servant said. Hendery jumped again slightly. “But the tea is ready.”

“Thank you. That will be all,” Dejun dismissed. The servant bowed and left. “Do you get easily scared, Hendery?” 

“Kind of. Prince Kunhang’s advisor—Renjun—likes to play pranks. So I’m on my toes constantly.” The two of them made their way to the table, and Dejun opened the pot. Satisfied with the color, he began to pour out tea for the two of them—bless Yangyang for always asking the kitchen for two cups—ignoring Hendery’s protests. 

“I want to say that you can relax here, but we have Yangyang, so maybe not,” Dejun joked. Hendery laughed, loud and unrestrained. 

Hendery took his own cup, sipping from it slowly. Dejun watched over the rim of his cup as a smile blossomed. “You two seem close,” Hendery mentioned. 

“We are.” Dejun placed the cup back down. “Yangyang’s mama is close to mine, so we grew up together. And we’re only a year apart, so I’m probably closer to him than Kun-ge, but don’t tell him that.” 

“Promise I won’t.” Hendery mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key. Dejun laughed, louder than he would dare to do in an official court. 

“There must never be a dull moment in court when you’re actually in Aureum,” Dejun said. Hendery’s smile brightened even more. “Can I ask you some questions about Aureum?”

Hendery’s face brightened. It’s what he imagined he looked like when anyone asked him about Luna. “Of course! Ask away, Dejun.”

“What is Aureum like?” He asked. “Things like the weather, the people, the food. Anything you can tell me to prepare me for my life there would be good.” What Dejun was learning in class now didn’t cover these simple things. Instead, he learned things like their history and the royal family. 

“Well, the weather is pretty similar. It gets really hot in summer, no snow in winter.”  So it wouldn’t be too hard for him to adjust then. “And the people.” Hendery smiled wider, and he looked almost…dreamy? The expression looked really similar to Kun’s when he talked about the citizens of Luna. Hendery must really love Aureum. “They’re amazing. The people are really kind and welcoming. Since we’re really close to the sea, most people fish for a living. They keep giving me discounts no matter how many times I tell them not to.” Hendery waved his hands excitedly, almost knocking over his cup. He smiled sheepishly as Dejun chuckled. “And the food! It’s going to be the most amazing seafood you’ve ever eaten.”

“They sound amazing, Hendery,” Dejun replied. “I don’t get many chances to eat seafood, so it might take some time for me to get used to them. But I’m truly looking forward to seeing Aureum.” Maybe it would not be that bad when he moved. He’d have to get used to the different food, sure, but everything else sounded similar. “Do you have a favorite place in Aureum?” 

Hendery tilted his head and the hand that wasn’t holding the cup drummed on the table. “The market in Chrysos.” Dejun only recognized Chrysos as Aureum’s capital. “It’s always so lively and you can always hear music no matter what time it is. Whenever I’m in Chrysos, I always make sure to spend a day there. And there is another one, a secret cave, off the coast.”

“A secret cave? Are you sure you should be telling me this?” Dejun teased. Hendery’s smile turned soft, making Dejun’s heart skip a beat. 

“Well, I think I can trust you with this. Besides, Prince Kunhang knows the place–he was the one who showed it to me. Maybe he’ll take you there.”

“Maybe.” Whether Dejun and Kunhang would be able to have something like Kun and Ten depended on both of them. Dejun wished for it, but he’d back off if Kunhang didn’t.

Hendery refilled their cups, gentle in his motions. He was definitely a noble; his mannerisms were too refined to just be a simple messenger. “Will you be going to Aureum directly after your birthday?”

Dejun shrugged. “That depends on what Prince Kunhang wants. If he wants me to come with him to Aureum the next day, then I’ll follow. If not, then the dates could be arranged. Traditionally, though, I will. Ten-ge even came before his birthday, since Kun-ge’s birthday was a month earlier.”

“I see.”

Silence filled the space for a bit when a servant came to refill the water. Dejun thanked them and waited for the servant to leave before turning to Hendery again. “Personally, I want to stay here for a few more days. But omegas don’t get the same privilege alphas do, Hendery.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Dejun shook his head. He hated the frown on Hendery’s face, having already taken a liking to his bright eyes and even brighter smiles. “It’s not your fault. It’s just how it is, I suppose.” Even if Dejun hated it with all his heart. He was also a prince, of equal status to Kunhang, but he did not have the same power simply because he was an omega . 

“Just because it is the norm doesn’t mean it’s right,” Hendery protested. 

Dejun smiled. “That is true. But I’m an omega and you’re a messenger, Hendery. Unless Prince Kunhang shares our thoughts… Well, there’s not much we can do.” Dejun squeezed Hendery’s hand. “But thank you for caring.” 

Hendery nodded, smiling again, but it wasn’t as bright. Dejun hated that he brought that upon him. “Alright, enough of the heavy topics. Tell me more about that secret cave.”

And so Hendery did, smiling brighter as the minutes passed. When Hendery was done, Dejun took over as they talked about the flowers—well, Dejun talked, Hendery mostly listened with that bright smile. He would interject with questions, but that smile never left. They somehow started talking about hobbies, and Dejun found out that Hendery also has a love for horse riding. 

“Let’s go out for a ride sometime,” Dejun said. He picked up the teapot, only to realize that it was empty. 

“Sure. Don’t whine when my horse outruns yours though,” Hendery taunted.

“Oh, you’re on.” 

Dejun saw the servants lighting up the torches, and he looked up, surprised to see that the sky started to darken. He hadn’t realized that so much time had passed. He enjoyed Hendery’s presence more than he thought he probably should.

“The sun’s setting,” Dejun stated. He looked back at Hendery. “Join us for dinner.” 

“I’d love to.”

As they ate dinner and Hendery charmed the whole family, Dejun felt comforted by the fact that he now had two people he could be comfortable with in Aureum. 

The next two days were filled with meetings and visitations to the hospitals and orphanages with Kun. While Dejun loved spending time with his people, the looming departure made it feel overwhelming this time, especially with all the well wishes for his engagement. Still, he smiled and thanked all of them. 

When they got back to the castle, Yangyang told Dejun that he was free for the rest of the day and even the next day, before Sicheng, Kun’s advisor and the one in charge of making sure his coming-of-age party would not be a disaster, swept him away.

As Dejun was making his way to the dining room, he ran into Hendery–the alpha having just come out of his room. “Oh, Hendery,” Dejun called out. The alpha grinned when he saw Dejun. 

“Busy day, Dejun?” Hendery asked.

“Nothing I’m not used to. Are you going for dinner?” Hendery nodded. “Me too. Come on.” They walked side by side. Hendery’s scent stronger than Dejun was used to, but not like he was about to be in rut. Rather, it seemed like he just sweated more. “I heard from Yangyang that you’ve been spending your time training with the knights. And that you’re dominating everyone.” Dejun couldn’t tell whether that part was true or if Yangyang had exaggerated it. It would be bad news for the kingdom if their knights got beaten by a messenger. But then again, Hendery must have traveled by himself often through dangerous roads, so maybe he was good at self-defense. 

“Not everyone,” Hendery protested, ears turning red. “I haven’t been able to beat the older knights or Prince Kun.” 

Dejun barked out a laugh. “Oh, don’t worry, no one’s been able to beat Kun-ge. Maybe except for Ten-ge, but that’s cause he distracts him just by breathing.”

“I don’t know if there’s a compliment there, but thank you.”

“There is,” Dejun argued, holding back another laugh at Hendery’s pout. “You still beat a lot of our knights. I bet Kun-ge is already thinking of what training can be done to improve them. Speaking of, are all of Aureum’s messengers trained in sword-fighting?”

Hendery shook his head. “My family is kind of…close, to the royal family.” His suspicion about Hendery being a noble was right then. “I trained with Prince Kunhang for some time.”

“No wonder, then.” Not that Dejun knew how much of a fighter Kunhang was. “Oh right, I’m finally free tomorrow. Want to go for that horse ride after breakfast?”

“I’d love to,” Hendery replied. 

The next morning though, Dejun was needed for something; after breakfast, Yangyang stopped him before he could walk out. “The jeweler needs you for one last check on the mask, ge,” Yangyang explained. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Dejun reassured. “Hendery, do you mind waiting for a bit?” 

“No, it’s alright! I can wait at the stable? I need to groom Chang’e before we go.”

“Oh, do you know the way?”

“I’ll get him there,” Kun interrupted. “You go and make sure you look stunning, didi.” 

“Thanks, Kun-ge!” Dejun waved to the group and followed Yangyang to their sunroom, where the jeweler was waiting. He apologized for interrupting, which Dejun dismissed.  When the box was opened, Dejun gasped.  “It’s perfect,” he whispered, gently running his hands through the gold and diamonds. Not a single one was out of place. It was not subtle at all; he had figured he should go all out since it was going to be worn on his special day.

“Is there anything you want me to change, Your Highness?” The jeweler asked. 

“No, it’s perfect, truly. Thank you.” Dejun smiled brightly, bowing. The jeweler seemed shocked at the gesture, but recovered quickly and bowed back. 

“I’m glad, Your Highness,” he whispered. He left after instructing them on how to care for the mask and a reassurance that they could always come to him no matter the time if they needed a polishing or a fix. 

“I’ll go put this in your room and then join Sicheng-ge in the ballroom now,” Yangyang announced. “Do you need anything before I go, ge?”

Dejun shook his head. “Don’t stress too much.” That was impossible, of course, with all the party needs. Yangyang stuck out his tongue at him and Dejun ruffled his hair fondly. “I’ll see you at lunch, Yangyang.” 

As Dejun made his way down to the stable, he pondered over his eagerness to spend time with Hendery. It felt wrong, as he was a promised omega. Yet, Dejun felt a pull to Hendery. He supposed he was just excited to have someone else that he could talk to that did not treat him like a prince. A friend, in the truest sense, without something to gain in return.

True to his words, Hendery was grooming his horse gently, talking to them in a soft voice. He did not seem to notice Dejun’s presence, so he crept until he was standing behind him.

“Mind if I join you?” Dejun asked. The alpha turned around while holding the grooming brush like he would a sword. A laugh bubbled out of Dejun. “Oh, a brush, that’s so scary, Hendery.”

The alpha pouted as he put away the brush. “You scared me, Dejun. I could’ve hurt you.” 

Dejun snorted. “With that brush? The worst you could do is give me a bruise.” He picked up his own grooming brush and saddle, walking towards his horse, Magu. The mare whinnied when she spotted him, affectionately nudging him when he was close enough. “Hey, girl. Missed me?” He offered her the apples he’d snatched from the kitchen as an apology for having not ridden her for weeks now. 

The two of them worked on the grooming in silence before Dejun made quick work of the saddle, the motions so familiar to him that he could probably do it blindfolded. Hendery was also done with his when he turned around.

“Any place you want to go to?” Dejun asked, mounting Magu. 

“I’ll just follow you.” Hendery mounted Chang’e as well, his motion so smooth Dejun would have known he loved riding if he hadn’t told him. 

Dejun contemplated the places he could go to. He wanted to take Hendery to one of his favorite spots, a waterfall at the edge of the forest, but it was too far away from the castle, and rumors would start if they were spotted together. So he’d have to stick to the castle grounds.  “I don’t think we can go far; a guard is supposed to come with if I do,” Dejun said. 

“I don’t mind just going around mindlessly.” Hendery gently caressed Chang’e’s white mane. “I sometimes do that when my work becomes too much and I just need some air.”

“I do too.” When he was younger, Dejun would sometimes sneak away at dawn to ride Magu. He’d gotten scolded when he was found out because he was endangering himself by riding in the dark and without anyone to look out for him. He had been scared that his parents would not allow him to ride anymore, but they simply asked that he start riding during daylight. “Well, I suppose we can just mindlessly wander then.”

The two horses trotted, keeping pace with each other. As they moved away from the castle, Dejun felt tension seeping out of him. Even though he knew that he was being watched for the off chance that if he screamed or fell there would instantly be someone being alerted, he still felt free.

Oftentimes, the castle walls suffocated him. He had to be prim and proper all the time, smiling even when he did not want to. But out here, it’s just him and Magu and nature. 

And Hendery, too, with his bright eyes and even brighter smile, and with a personality that made Dejun laugh too hard to be proper. 

“I’m curious about something,” Hendery started. “And feel free not to answer me, but, why a masquerade for your birthday?” 

“I love that it allows me to be somewhat anonymous,” Dejun explained. “They won’t announce our names when we walk in, and everyone will be using masks, and no one will really know who’s who.” Dejun’s fancy clothes and mask might not fully hide who he was, but they would still provide some kind of anonymity that he always craved. “And not that many people know my scent too. I can somehow blend in.”

Dejun chuckled. “You probably think I’m weird. Many people would love to be in my position and I want to be anonymous instead.” Not many royals would share the same feelings. Kun shared it somewhat, and so did Ten, but many loved being royals. Dejun did too, but he sometimes wished he could be allowed to be himself. 

“No. I mean, I can’t imagine the pressure you must be under. It’s valid to feel that way,” Hendery said gently. 

“Thank you, Hendery.” They got to the edge of the castle grounds which bordered the forest. It was as far as he could go by himself, and far enough out of anyone’s earshot. “Can I ask you some questions about Prince Kunhang?” Dejun asked. Hendery pulled slightly on the reins, stopping Chang’e. Dejun followed suit, looking over his shoulder at the alpha. 

Hendery seemed to contemplate the question as he chewed on his lips; Dejun appreciated it. Any official staff who was too eager to talk about the royals was a red flag. “I’ll answer what I can, Dejun. I don’t meet him that often, since I travel a lot.” Both of them gently released the reins, and the two horses trotted next to each other again.

Dejun nodded. “I appreciate it.” He smiled, hoping to ease Hendery’s nervousness. “What’s he like, Hendery?” 

“From what I heard, and some of my own experiences, he’s nice. Tries his best for his people.” The answer sounded too generic, but Dejun didn’t expect anything more, if he was honest. And besides, if Hendery had badmouthed the prince, he would feel obligated to tell him when he arrives. Still… he wanted a little more.

“Is he close with anyone?”

Hendery’s face brightened again, which surprised Dejun. “Yes. With Renjun; I saw this one firsthand. I think their dynamic is pretty similar to you and Yangyang. He’s an only child, so he’s also pretty close with his parents.”

“I see.” Well, Kunhang did not seem like an asshole. For now, at least. “Alright, last one.” Dejun took a deep breath, contemplating if he should ask this and whether Hendery would even know the answer. Well, the worst that could happen is that Hendery did not know, he supposed. Still, a blush crept up from his neck. “Is he actually interested in me? Or does he just think my scent is attractive and he wants me to bear his heirs?”

Hendery’s face turned bright red, and Dejun was sure he looked the same. It was a private question, and definitely not something a messenger would know. “I don’t think I know the answer to that, Your Highness,” Hendery whispered, looking apologetic. Dejun hated every moment he made Hendery lose his smile. “But he did worry about whether you would like the tea set. I think, at least, he cares about you in some way.”

Dejun smiled softly. “Thank you, Hendery, for answering my questions. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“No, you diidn’t,” Hendery rebutted. “If I were you, I’d want to know the answers too. I’m glad you trusted me enough.”

I’m surprised I trusted you enough , Dejun thought. He was usually very hesitant to ask guests formal questions, so he wasn’t sure what made him ask these private ones to Hendery. Maybe it was his smile or his scent or just his presence. Maybe it was because Hendery felt like a friend to him, despite only meeting him a few days ago. Or maybe it was just that he felt like comfort.

Whatever he was, he hoped Kunhang would be at least similar to him. 

They kept trtting around the grounds—eventually stumbling upon a cluster of camellia. Dejun plucked a flower, wanting to show it to his ma. When the sun got higher and the heat began to beat down on them, they finally returned back to the castle. The two of them laughed and shared their riding accidents as they groomed the horses. 

“Thank you for the invite, Dejun,” Hendery said as they walked back inside. “I truly enjoyed it.”

“Me too.”

They went their separate ways after. Hendery left a kiss on the back of his hand and a cheeky smile that made Dejun’s cheeks burn. And as Dejun rested his back against the closed door of his room, he tried and failed to ignore the fluttering of his heart.

“Oh, the festivities have started,” Dejun mentioned, looking out the window. It had been hours since the sun had set, but the lights on the streets were bright. He could even hear the music, despite being in his room. 

Royal birthdays in Luna were always celebrated widely, especially in Sol, the capital. The festivities would run for two or three days. With this year being Dejun’s twentieth, the people started to celebrate two days before.

“It’s so lively,” Yangyang said, joining Dejun by the window. 

Dejun wondered what it would feel like down there as a citizen of Luna. He had participated in the celebration, but always as Prince Dejun. 

“Let’s go join them,” Yangyang suggested. Dejun could hear his neck crack because of how fast he had turned. The advisor snickered. “The festivities are in your name, ge, and you’ve never got to enjoy it without a title, right? We should join them at least once, as Dejun and Yangyang, not Prince Dejun and Lord Yangyang.” 

Dejun contemplated it. He’d love to, of course; he’d always hoped to be a no-name in the festival crowd, but should he? “Prince Kunhang’s party might arrive tomorrow though.”

“Precisely why we should go now,” Yangyang insisted. “Last festival in Luna for us, ge.”

Last festival for us . Dejun sighed. “Alright.” Yangyang cheered loudly and a smile tugged on Dejun’s lips. “Let’s invite Kun-ge, Ten-ge, and Sicheng-ge too.” 

“And Hendery?” Yangyang added, eyebrows wiggling. Dejun threw a nearby cushion but the younger ducked easily. “I’m just saying!” Yangyang laughed as he ducked another cushion. “I’ll get changed and invite Kun-ge, Ten-ge, and Sicheng-ge. You go pick Hendery up. We’ll meet up in their room.” Yangyang grinned widely over his shoulders. “Don’t forget to dress inconspicuously!” 

Laughter bubbled out of Dejun as the door closed. What would he do without Yanyang, truly? Dejun pushed back the few clothes that still hung in his wardrobe, taking out the commoner clothes wrapped with paper. He and Kun had gotten them during one of his visits to the market, but the younger prince had never gotten a chance to use them.

Dejun pulled on the ku first, the trousers resting comfortably on his hips. The youren yi came next, the length being shorter than the top he usually wore, but it was lighter and much less restrictive. The material was scratchier than what he was used to but still comfortable enough. 

He chose a light cloak since the weather was too hot for anything else. With the hood on, Dejun carefully made his way to Hendery’s room, hiding behind pillars whenever he spotted a servant or a guard. Dejun knocked gently, scared that Hendery was already asleep and not wanting to disturb him, but the door opened not long after. “Dejun?” 

“Hi,” Dejun whispered. “Mind if I come in?” 

Hendery opened his door wider and Dejun slipped in, pulling the hood down. “Why are you sneaking around? Is something wrong?” Hendery asked, concern lacing his voice. 

“No, everything’s fine,” Dejun reassured. “We’re going to town to join the festivities though, and I want to invite you.” 

Hendery’s eyes widened, his finger pointing to himself. Dejun laughed, nodding. “Who else is coming?”

“Yangyang, Kun-ge, and Ten-ge. That is, if Yangyang can convince them to come, but Ten-ge can’t say no to Yangyang, and Kun-ge can’t say no to Ten-ge.”

“Are you sure you want me to come?” 

“Of course. This will be the first and only time I can show you the beauty of Sol.” Dejun did his best to keep the sadness out of his voice. 

“I’ll get changed then.”

Hendery changed into clothes similar to him, but a soft pink in color in contrast to Dejun’s navy. More than once, Dejun had to pull Hendery to a tight space to avoid a guard. The two of them giggled after the third time. Dejun looked up at Hendery, whose eyes tracked the guard passing by them. They were so close he could count each individual lashes and feel his heartbeat. Dejun did not want to move.

“Come on.” Hendery pulled him out and Dejun followed after him, telling him where to go. 

Yangyang and Sicheng were already in Kun and Ten’s room when they arrived; Dejun ignored the eyebrow wiggle from the beta.

“Kun-ge, you still look like a crown prince,” Dejun commented. Despite the simplicity of the outfit, Kun’s appearance clearly screamed royalty with how groomed he was.

“So do you,” Ten added. “I guess we just have to trust that the dim light and common outfits will help us blend in.” 

Dejun thought that Ten would be the one to stick out the most, but decided to not mention it. “Let’s hope so.” 

All of them pulled their hoods on and carefully made their way outside. Kun had arranged the guard’s rotation, so he knew them well, and they managed to not run into anyone. Laughter broke as they made their way down to the market, the music and singing becoming louder with each step they took. 

“Before we go in there, let’s lay out some rules,” Kun shouted to be heard over the crowd. “It’s really crowded, so make sure to hold onto at least one person. If we get separated, finding each other might be a challenge, so don’t. We’ll come back here when the bell has tolled twelve times. Dejun, try to be with Hendery at all times since he’s not from around here.” Dejun nodded. Hendery’s hand wrapped around his wrist, and he wished he didn’t like the feeling as much as he did.

“Most importantly, have fun,” Ten continued. “This is the first time we’ve come here as us. No Prince, no Lords. Just us.” 

All of them shared a smile and squeezed each other’s hands before joining the crowd. The people barely paid any attention to them, instead focused on the crowd dancing in the town square. 

Here, there were no rules. It wasn’t stiff or had sequences like the formal dances the princes learned. It belonged to the people, and they could move their bodies however they wanted. One of his earliest memories had been this exact square, filled with people who celebrated loudly and lovingly. 

“We call them guangchang wu,” Dejun whispered, standing so close to Hendery that he could smell him easily despite the crowd. “Square dancing. There are not really any rules or limitations to what dance one can do. Anyone can join in.” 

Out of the corner of his eyes, Dejun saw Ten pulling Kun toward the edge of the crowd. They threw their heads back in laughter, dancing to the beat. They looked unrestrained and so happy.

“Do you want to join in?” Hendery asked, his breath tickling Dejun’s ears and sending shivers down the prince’s spine. 

“I’m not that good of a dancer,” Dejun whispered, eyeing the crowd. 

“Well, neither am I, so I won’t judge.” Despite the crowd and the noise and the scents, Dejun could only focus on Hendery: on the way his lips curled into the gentlest of smiles and his eyes crinkled. Dejun swore that all the stars in the sky paled in comparison to the brightness of Hendery’s smile. 

Dejun pulled Hendery towards an empty space instead of answering, following after his brother by keeping to the side. The two of them moved, not necessarily danced, but that was alright. Because there were no rules here, no one to reprimand him for being half a beat off or for stepping using the wrong foot. 

Here, there were just his people, the music, the laughter. 

And Hendery, who smiled brightly and laughed loudly and moved his body so well Dejun wanted to scowl at him for the lie. But then that smile was directed at him, Hendery pulled him closer, and just like that, all of the annoyance disappeared.

The crowd got thicker and thicker as the hours passed by. Dejun’s legs ached, so they decided to get out. The prince’s eyes swept over the crowd; after two sweeps and no sign of them, Dejun figured they’d just meet back later. 

“Want to get some food?” Dejun asked. Hendery’s hand was back on his wrist, and he tried not to regard its presence too much. 

“Absolutely. I never realized dancing could make me so hungry.” 

Dejun pulled him along, going in the opposite direction of where they came from. This street was just as busy and loud, with people shouting to order their food or food stall owners inviting people to buy from them. 

“I don’t really know what’s good around here, so I’ll leave the ordering to you,” Hendery whispered, still keeping close to Dejun. 

“Are you sure it isn’t because you want me to pay?” Dejun accused jokingly. 

Hendery gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Of course not! Do you think so low of me?” The smile betrayed how he felt; Dejun laughed loudly and shoved the alpha slightly. In this crowded space, though, Hendery almost knocked over the food that an elderly woman was holding. Both of them apologized profusely, bowing low. 

She looked over both of them, Dejun trying his best not to squirm. “Just be careful next time, Your Highness.” She winked and looked away. 

Dejun babbled, wanting to refute her, but Hendery pulled him away. “Is our disguise that bad?” 

Hendery laughed. “No. We’re definitely blending in. It’s just that you still glow even with the common outfit, Dejun,” Dejun looked away from Hendery’s soft smile, feeling his cheeks warming.

Dejun did end up buying the food for them. He was only recognized once–thankfully, the stall owner did not say anything. However, he was sure that he had scooped more noodles onto his box than the others. The prince made sure to add an extra coin and leave before the owner could return it. 

They made their way through the crowd until they reached the end of the market, where the crowd thinned. They stood on the side and opened the food–stir-fried noodles and curry fish balls.

“This is delicious,” Hendery said, holding up one of the fish balls. “We have something like this in Aureum, but the sauce here is spicier.” 

“It’s one of the foods I always get when I go to town. I’m glad you like it.” 

They ate mostly in silence, people-watching as they did. There was a family, whose child’s bright laugh warmed Dejun’s heart. His favorite sound had always been laughter; it felt like a blessing to hear so many of those from his people tonight. 

A couple walked by them, arms wrapped around each other’s waists, whispering and giggling. They were in their own world, clearly in love with each other.

For the first time since the announcement, Dejun wondered if he would be able to love Kunhang. 

The bells tolled then. Dejun wished it would stop at eleven so that he could have another hour with Hendery, but the bells tolled twelve times. They must have spent a long time dancing if the lingering ache was anything to go by. 

“We should get back,” Hendery muttered. 

“We should.” Neither made a move, though; Dejun turned to Hendery with a small smile, which the alpha mirrored.

“You have something here.” Dejun’s finger quickly swiped the stain on the side of Hendery’s lips. His hand lingered there, feeling the warmth of Hendery’s cheek. The alpha looked down at him with a smile that he’d never seen before and glittery eyes. 

Dejun wanted to be selfish for once. He wanted to stay here in this bubble he’d created for himself. Here, he could abandon his duties and enjoy the atmosphere. If he had a moment he wanted to freeze in time, this was it.

Both of them leaned in simultaneously, standing so close that Dejun could smell Hendery’s sage scent easily. Their lips met and it was as soft as Dejun had thought. Hendery’s scent filled his nose, and all the sounds around them muffled as he tuned into the soft sigh Hendery exhaled on his lips. 

It was just him and Hendery. 

They pulled away, panting. The noise started to filter back in, and–

What the fuck had he done?

“Oh, god, I’m– I-I’m sorry,” Dejun stuttered out. Hendery looked at him, confused and with hurt in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Hendery.” 

Dejun hoped no one saw them. He was so stupid, letting his wants cloud his thoughts. “Let’s go back.” He didn’t look back at Hendery to see if he followed. Everyone was already waiting at the meeting place; Dejun made sure to stick to Yangyang, who looked at him in concern. 

“Did you enjoy Sol, Hendery?” Kun asked. The older prince seemed none-the-wiser as he stood close to Ten.

“I did.” The smile was sad. Dejun hated himself for doing that. “Hopefully I can visit again one day.” 

“Well, you are always welcome.” 

Everyone shared what they did as they walked back to the castle, with Dejun only adding some minor comments. Before they had to go their separate ways, Hendery stopped him. “I enjoyed tonight, Dejun. I truly did. Thank you.” There was still a smile on his face, despite what happened tonight. 

“I’m glad I could show you Sol, Hendery,” Dejun replied. He squeezed the alpha’s hand and left with Yangyang, who shot him an askance look once they were in the safety of his room. 

After a long, pregnant pause, Dejun spoke, “I kissed him.” Yangyang gasped. The young prince could hardly bear to look at his childhood friend, not wanting to catch his expression. “You don’t need to scold me. I know what I did was wrong.”

Yangyang pulled him in for a hug, rubbing his back. The younger’s petrichor scent filled his nose–Dejun used to think it was the most calming scent, having always loved the rain–until he met Hendery. “Do you want me to stay?”

“Yes, please.” 

That night, Dejun slept with an ache in his heart that he was sure would never fade.

“Hendery’s gone, ge,” Yangyang informed him the following morning. Dejun looked up at the ceiling, tracing the pattern of the stars with his eyes. “Sicheng-ge said he had an emergency and left.”

Dejun wasn’t sure whether he should feel hurt or not. He didn’t know if he was allowed to. They were friends–or, well, he thought of them as friends, but he did not know if Hendery thought the same.

“And Prince Kunhang’s party is not arriving today. We’ll most likely meet them tomorrow at the masquerade.” 

“So I won’t be meeting him until we’re both using masks?” Dejun questioned, sitting up. Yangyang nodded. “Do I have anything for today, Yangyang?” 

“No. Kun-ge wants you to rest as much as possible. We might need to leave Luna as soon as the celebrations end.” 

And so Dejun spent the whole day packing the last of his belongings. As he packed in the tea set that Kunhang had given him, a letter fell out. The color of the envelope was different from the one that initially came–he recognized it as the envelope Dejun often used. 

Dejun sat down on the bed, opening the letter. 

To Dejun, 

I’m sorry that I did not say goodbye before I left. I want to say that the past week had truly been the best week of my life. I enjoyed every single moment that we spent together. Thank you, for letting me get to know you, Dejun. 

Please stay healthy and be happy. 

Your friend, 

Hendery

The way he wrote and even his handwriting were so similar to Prince Kunhang that Dejun wondered if all this time he had been communicating with the prince instead of Hendery. Perhaps he truly should have been selfish and indulged the fantasy of running away with him.

It was too late now. 

The sun had set when Dejun closed the last trunk.

Dejun smiled and kept up appearances at dinner as his parents talked about Kunhang, even if he wanted to cry deep inside. He loved his parents, but he held resentment for this. His orange blossom scent smelled more rotten as the minutes ticked by–Ten and Kun kept patting him gently, releasing pheromones to calm him down.

“Try to get as much sleep as you can.” Kun gently cupped his cheeks as they stood in Dejun’s room, smiling softly. “It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. You’ll need your strength.”

“It will be fine, Dejun,” Ten reassured, squeezing the prince’s hand. 

The three of them hugged for what felt like hours. He wondered if Kunhang’s scent could provide him with a blanket of comfort like Kun and Ten.

Like Hendery.

Hours later, the omega lay in bed, wanting to believe them. Still, with all his feelings about Hendery, his sudden departure, and the letter, Dejun wondered if he’d truly be okay. 

He tossed and turned that night and he woke up feeling as though he only shut his eyes for a moment.

“Happy birthday, ge,” Yangyang said as they walked together for breakfast. “Did you even sleep?”

“Not feeling that happy, but thanks, Yangyang,” Dejun replied. “Do I look that bad?”

“To me, yes. Hopefully not to Prince Kunhang.” 

The dining room was loud when they walked in, shouts of ‘Happy birthday!’ echoing in the room. Kun and Ten pulled him in and hugged him tightly.

“Happy birthday, didi.” Kun smiled. “You’re an adult now.” 

“Thank you, ge.” Dejun hugged them even tighter, only letting go to hug his parents.

Their hugs were warm, and they were home, too. All of the bitterness and anger that Dejun had built up seemed to slowly ebb away as he melted in their arms. “ Zhu ni sheng ri kuai le, Dejun.” Qian gently kissed his cheek with that proud smile she always seemed to have when talking about her sons. “I hope that you are happy for many years to come.”

“ Xiexie, mama , mom.” Dejun smiled widely at them. He hardly noticed the tears falling down until Jieqiong was wiping them away. “I love you.”

“We love you too. So, so much.”

The morning was spent as a family, the six of them not leaving the dining room until lunchtime. His parents shared their own stories about their coming-of-age parties and eventual arrangement. It seemed like the start was always the same–one or both hated the arrangement but would not abandon their duties, and somewhere between then and now, love blossomed. 

Perhaps everything would be alright, Dejun thought.

After lunch, they all went their separate ways to get ready. There were already servants in his room when he came back; some carefully hanging his hanfu while others laid out pieces of jewelry. Dejun took a bath again, letting the servants wash him for the first time in years. It was relaxing, the gentle way they scrubbed and massaged his body.

Dejun felt less anxious as he sat down facing the window and away from the mirror with a robe on.

The makeup artist, Shuhua, did her magic, with soft brushes and gentle strokes. Dejun’s eyes twitched whenever her brush got too close to his eyes for comfort, but for the most part, he remained still. A gasp left his lips as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

His eyelids were dusted with light brown shadow and gold shimmer, black kohl lining his eyes. On his cheeks, glitter that shimmered like stars when Dejun moved his face.

“You’re so beautiful, ge,” Yangyang said softly. He too had gotten his makeup done, as he was coming as his guest and not advisor tonight. Dejun thought Yangyang looked so gentle with the soft brown color on his eyelids. “Prince Kunhang is so lucky he gets to marry you.” 

“Thank you, Yangyang.” Dejun squeezed his hand gently. “You’re really beautiful as well.”

“One last touch, Your Highness.” Shuhua gently swiped a light pink color over his lips, completing the look. “Crown Prince Kunhang won’t be able to take his eyes off of you.”

Dejun chuckled. “That is if he could find me in the crowd, Shuhua, but thank you.” 

More servants helped Dejun with the hanfu. It was a deep red color–symbolizing luck, joy, and happiness. First came the qun –skirt–with nature-like patterns sewn on the bottom part of it with silver thread. Next came the dudou , covering his upper body. Like the skirt, details of nature were sewn on, but this time it covered the entire cloth along with some pearls and beads.

The star of the outfit was the beizi . Instead of the simple nature-like patterns, a fenghuang had been sewn on one of the shoulders. The wing peaked over his shoulder, with the tail extending down the arm. The phoenix-like bird represented the beginning of a new era and union–a metaphor of sorts for him becoming an adult and the arranged marriage. 

“Wow,” Yangyang breathed out. Dejun met his eyes in the mirror, smiling. Yangyang had also changed into his own light pink hanfu . “Wow, ge.”

The servants carefully secured the pearl necklace around his neck, followed by the gold earrings. Normally, he donned a crown for this type of event, but it was a masquerade. Yangyang handed him the mask with the biggest smile on his face. 

“Handong-ayi really outdid herself,” Yangyang commented. Dejun nodded, twirling the skirt slightly; the light caught on the pearls and beads. 

A knock interrupted them, and one of the servants opened the door to reveal Kun, who was also dressed in red, though not as flashy. “Are you re–” Kun stopped himself, jaw dropping. Yangyang giggled. “Wow.” 

Dejun felt warm creeping up his neck. He knew he was good-looking–he’d grown up with many compliments about his looks. But not from his family, at least, nothing like this. 

“You look really good, Dejun,” Kun eventually said. “Really, really beautiful.” His voice cracked. A tear rolled down his cheek. Dejun carefully made his way over, hugging the elder. “Sorry, I think it didn’t really sink in until now that you’ll be Aureum’s prince after tonight.”

“I’ll always be your didi, Kun-ge.” Dejun hugged him tighter. “I might be another kingdom’s prince, but always your didi.” 

Kun pulled away, smiling. The unshed tears shone in his eyes. 

“Are they here yet?” Dejun asked. 

“Yes. They’re getting ready now.” Dejun let out a shaky breath. Kun and Yangyang hugged him again, tight enough to hurt. “It’ll be okay, Dejun.”

The three left Dejun’s room and picked up Ten and Sicheng from their rooms. Ten wouldn’t stop praising him the whole time they walked to the ballroom–by the time they were standing near the entrance, Dejun’s face felt warm under the mask. 

All of them walked in without a single announcement of their titles. Most of the guests were wearing red–as was the tradition for birthday parties–while some chose other bright colors. Dejun could recognize a few nobles, but with masks on and the scents mingling, he couldn’t make out more than a few. 

Some people bowed to him, but most focused on their conversations. For someone who had all eyes on him since he was born, it strangely felt liberating.

Kun, Ten, and Sicheng separated from the group while Dejun and Yangyang started a random conversation with Chenle, the lord of Sidus, the city right next to Sol. The lord was retelling the story of how he almost couldn’t make it to the party due to some problem when Dejun registered a familiar scent. 

Great, he must have pushed himself past exhaustion to conjure up Hendery’s scent.

But the earthy aroma lingered, so Dejun excused himself, following the scent. As it got stronger, Dejun wondered who else he remembered that smelled like sage and  and if he was being too hopeful. After all, some people share the same scents.

Dejun accidentally ran into someone’s back—the apology died on his lips when the person turned around. 

Even with the golden mask taking up half of his face, Dejun recognized those eyes–brighter than the stars in the sky, with lashes that had tickled his skin when they had kissed. The person smiled; Dejun’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hendery?” Dejun’s voice came out as a whisper but his mouth curled around those familiar syllables all the same “What are you doing here? I thought you had an emergency?”

Hendery opened his mouth, but he was cut off by an unfamiliar voice. “There you are, Kunhang-ge! I told you to stop wandering by yourself.” 

Dejun swiveled his head around, expecting to see another person—Kunhang—but there was only the newcomer, coming to stand next to Hendery, holding a glass of champagne. He noted Dejun’s presence and bowed deeply. “Prince Dejun, it’s good to finally meet you. I’m Renjun, Prince Kunhang’s advisor.” 

“How did you know it was me?” Dejun asked. He was sure he’d never met Renjun before. 

“Kunhang-ge has told me all about you, Your Highness.” Renjun nudged Hendery, who was glaring at him. “Oh, Right Prince Dejun, let me introduce you to Prince Kunhang. Or, perhaps, re-introduce you . You might know him by Hendery.”

“What?” Dejun squeaked. He looked at the alpha, who smiled sheepishly at him. “Is this true?” 

Hendery, now Kunghang, nodded. “I can explain.” 

“You better.” Dejun crossed his arms, glaring at Hendery. Deep inside though, he was glad to see him—and even more relieved to know that he had not cheated on Kunhang. “Why did you lie?”

“I wanted to get to know you as myself,” Hendery said. “I’ve always dreamed of marrying for love. You know that’s almost impossible for people like us. But after your first letter, I thought I could at least get to know you as a friend. Of course, I could have just come as Kunhang, but I did not want you to know me simply as the alpha you are betrothed to. I wanted to be a person you could talk to; someone you could call a friend. So I decided to come as someone without a royal title. The rumors of your kindness don’t do you justice: you treated me as a friend.”

“Just to clarify, I told him this was a bad idea,” Renjun interjected. Hendery nudged the advisor while Dejun chuckled. Dejun wasn’t sure if it was bad because he truly enjoyed every moment they shared.

“Did mama and mom know?” Dejun questioned. 

“They did,” Hendery replied. “I don’t think they’d let me stay as long if I hadn’t told them.” Dejun wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or thankful to his parents. “Dejun, I told you the truth in the letter—the past week was the best I’ve ever had. I’m sorry for the lie, but I’m not sorry for everything that we had.” Dejun let Hendery take his hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it. “And I enjoyed that kiss, and again I’m sorry that I led you on while using that fake identity. This is me, and I hope you’ll take me as I am.”

Dejun felt angry and pissed but most of all, he felt relief—because he realized that he loved Hendery. He wasn’t going to be stuck in a loveless and political marriage, and sure, the method Hendery used to get closer to him was a bit dodgy, but he had tried his best to make sure they were friends before their marriage. 

“Of course,” Dejun answered. “If you’ll take me as I am as well.” Hendery pulled in him for a hug so tight Dejun felt like he might break, but he returned the hug just as tightly. Hendery was warm and he was comfort. 

Hendery was home.

“But don’t you ever lie to me again,” he whispered. Hendery laughed in his ears—and Dejun thought he just found his favorite sound. “Do you prefer Hendery or Kunhang?”

“I love Kunhang, it’s the name my parents gave me. But Hendery is the name I chose for myself.”

“Then I’ll call you Hendery.” 

Dejun pulled Hendery towards where his parents stood, amused smiles on their faces. “Ma, mom, this is Kunhang, as you know .” Dejun scowled at the last part; Jieqiong just pinched his cheeks. Hendery started talking to Qian about the union while Dejun stayed back with Jieqiong, “I know I wasn’t the most enthusiastic about this union, but you were right, mom.”

“About what?” 

“How wonderful he is, and that I’ll like him.” 

“I’m truly glad, Dejun.” Jieqiong wrapped her arm around his waist, resting her head on his shoulders. “I truly hope that he’ll make you happy.”

“He already does.” Dejun looked back to see Kun and Ten joining Qian and Hendery. Dejun thought that Hendery fit so well in his family. 

Jieqiong giggled. “You sound like your mama, Dejun. But I am glad that both of my children could find happiness.” 

The two of them joined the group, with Dejun finding himself standing next to Hendery. The alpha’s arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to him. Dejun ignored the smirk Ten sent his way. The two stayed close as they talked to various delegates who congratulated them both on the union.

So much for an anonymous party.

When the sky was dark and the moon had appeared, Qian and Jieqiong made their way up the stairs. The chatters died down, everyone focusing on the the two. 

“Many of you have traveled far and we want to thank all of you for coming today to celebrate Prince Dejun’s coming-of-age. It is also our honor to officially announce his betrothal to Crown Prince Kunhang.” Applause broke out, with many looking Dejun’s way. Hendery pulled him closer; Dejun smiled sheepishly. “May your engagement be happy and your wedding blessed. May your love be everlasting.”

All the guests raised their glasses in their direction. Dejun and Hendery held up theirs facing the guests.

“To Dejun and Kunhang. And their prosperous future.”

The music changed as Dejun finished up his drink. The floor began to clear up and Hendery bowed, offering his hand. Dejun took it without hesitation, walking to the middle of the space. 

Hendery’s hand gently wrapped around Dejun’s waist, while the omega placed his left on Hendery’s shoulder. “Can I take off your mask later?” Dejun whispered.  

“Only if I can take yours off too.” 

Hendery took the first step forward, and Dejun moved back. Step back, move to the side, bring your feet together . His mother’s voice rang in his head as Kunhang led the way, Dejun following the tempo easily enough. It felt like they were floating as they danced around the room. As the music began to reach its climax, a hand gently pulled on the ribbon and tugged his mask off. 

Dejun had barely took Hendery’s own mask before the alpha was pulling him in for a kiss, quick and unrestrained. 

The room erupted into cheers—but all of that faded away into white noise while Dejun’s hand rested on Hendery’s face reminiscent of the other night. They were breathing hard when they pulled away, but that did not stop dim Kunhang’s bright smile. Instead of the horror, there was a wide smile on Dejun’s face. Neither moved away from their position even as the music started again and more people joined them.

“All the stars in the sky pale in comparison to your bright smile, Hendery,” Dejun muttered.

“You’re the one that glows like the stars right now, Dejun.” Hendery’s finger gently traced the gems on his cheekbones. “I am glad that you are allowing me to be your mate.”

Dejun shook his head. For the first time since his betrothal announcement, he felt content and happy. “I am glad that you chose me.” 

As they joined in the next dance, Dejun found himself looking forward to what his future would bring.