Namjoon drove the horse through the outer gates, passing through the drawbridge of the large portcullis, riding over the castle moat and giving them a chance to head towards the heart of the town.

Wind rushes to meet their face as the horse speeds up through the wheat fields, the sound of the horse's heavy steps onto the ground decreases as Seokjin's heart throb much louder at Namjoon's side profile, the way the noble's jawline looks charming enough to captivate him, his eyes that seemed soft whenever he concentrates onto a particular object, the way his eyes are fixated on the road, wanting to reach a destination Seokjin doesn't know of, but nevertheless, Seokjin does not feel at all, scared.

He trusts Namjoon up to this point and had completely warmed up on his presence, even if he's an omega that shouldn't be meddling with alphas.

Seokjin happily hugged the alpha from his back, and Namjoon took a quick glance, and Seokjin meets the alpha's eyes, making him blush in an instant and avoid his gaze by ducking his head down, his cheek pressed against Namjoon's back. The alpha grins at the adorable sight before he focused back on the road, firmly gripping at the horse's rein, completely unbothered by the prince.

"I think I like you..." The prince whispers, and Namjoon detects, but he didn't quite get the context.

"Sire? What was it?" Asked the noble out of curiosity.

"O-oh! It's nothing, J-Joon-ah." In the end, the noble shrugged and directs the horse towards the village center.

There are a few huts along the way, and all of them are occupied with groups of werewolves decorating as though there is a feast. There are triangle hanging flags in various hues that decorated the village, from streets to the town center, countless bounties of fruits and glorious crops were all around, not just from the Greenleaf Market, but there are even stalls around that displayed the beautiful delicacies.

Seokjin tugs at his robe cautiously, not wanting to direct attention from the crowd of people as he is a highly valuable person, albeit a second king to the throne.

The noble pulls the horse's rein, halting in the middle of the town and Namjoon unclambers from the horse, before he tugged at Seokjin's waist, and with a blush and help from the noble, he was able to decend down from the height. The noble ties the horse to a nearby pole and he hums at Seokjin whom was looking around in curiosity.

"Do you feel alright, sire?" Asks Namjoon concerningly, looking at Seokjin's brown orbs that glimmer in amazement.

The prince nodded and the servant grins. "Tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Namjoon twines their hands together, knowing it could calm the prince down. He had learned the move from his biological mother, when he used to feel alone and depressed. The prince's hand is cold, but it held tight around the alpha's warm ones that sent warmth coursing through the prince's veins. It's a different ambience for Seokjin, it's as if he has this intimate connection with the alpha when he barely knew his personality. Alphas and omegas are distant, it was only the bond between them that served as the pathway of desire and romance that blossoms and deepen their relationship.

I'm not uncomfortable when I am with you.