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"Your Majesty, you called for me?" Thoma hesitantly knocked at the door while feeling his fingers getting cold and numb.

After all, royalty only ever tend to look down on slaves such as Thoma himself, and Prince Kaeya was not an exception. The prince had a reputation for being a marvelous tactician and swordsman. . . But his most spine chilling skill was manipulating others. All of his connections worked in his favor and his favor only. A slave getting called over to Prince Kaeya's quarters only meant tension and expecting the worst to come. " Come in," a coy voice called out from behind the wooden doors.

Pinching his cheeks, the blonde made sure his sun set colored robes were neat, before slowly opening the doors. The light inside was dimly lit by cherry scented candles and the classical arabian lamp dangling from the ceiling, fragrances of burning herbs filled the room. The carpeted floor had been littered with quills, paper parchments, scrolls, and jars of empty liquor, luxury bed was surprisingly still neat, with the pillows stacked nicely next to each other and the see-through-red curtains providing a heavenly touch to it. Someone such as Thoma could only dream of sleeping somewhere as comfy as that. At the far back of the room the prince stood leaning against the frame of his balcony, that opened a lovely view to the glowing city below. "Ah you're here," a sly glint flickered in his starlight blue eyes upon taking notice of Thoma's presence. "Camellia seems to like you alot that you forgot your place."

The slave's face became pale at the venomous hint in the Prince's voice. "F-forgive me your highness if I o-offended yo-" Kaeya did not not even listen to the man's words and roughly held his chin with a wicked grin.

"Can't blame her thou can we?" Thoma froze, paralysed, until the prince pulled him closer by the waist and looked down at him. "You're quite a rare flower, Thoma~"

"Y-your Majesty p-please . . ." Thoma's beet red, flustered expression only tempted the the prince more. " I-if the others know-oof !"

"If you run away now. . . " Kaeya whispered dangerously, pressing his lips carefully against the frame of the boy's ear, making a tingling feeling play into his chest," . . . I don't think I'll hold back."

Thoma flinched as the prince inched closer, the view of his bare, tan chest oriented in with a long gold necklace of thin coins, and the marine blue silk robes joined by golden bracelets and anklets stirred an uneasy feeling in him. He flinched as the prince caressed his cheek. "Don't be scared little flower, " he gently yet erotically hushed, pecking Thoma's pale cheek, before tugging the slave's clothes away. "How about you become my advisor? ~ I'll be able to keep you close. "

At some point the blonde froze, letting the prince slowly undress him. "Y-your highness. . . N-neh!" He shivered as the prince's cold fingers trailed down his chest. "N-no."

He stepped away and stumbled onto the floor in one swift movement . Kaeya seemed equally stunned and taken aback by the blonde's actions. "You refused me . . . " The prince chuckled, brushing his hands through the long locks of his midnight blue hair," . . . Wow."

A dark laugh rumbled through his chest as he turned around and poured wine into a finely crafted silver goblet. "Your so lovely Thoma," he turned to the slave boy. "Ah it hurts . . . "

He spilled the wine all over his chest, before turning to the slave boy. "I can give you everything you need my little flower . . . " he growled," so love me."

Kaeya's hands trembled in rage and self frustration that he was keeping locked away inside, before throwing the goblet across the room. The clattering sound of the cup crashing against the stone wall echoed in Thoma's head. "Give it . . . All," He roughly pulled the younger man from the floor and captured his lips with his own. "Be mine Thoma."

"Y-your high- Kaeya!" He gasped as the prince tugged at the fabric covering the slave's lower half.

"Honestly Thoma you know how nobles are right?~ We want something we get it," Tears pricked at the blonde's emerald eyes . "Why is it you cry around me only? You always seem to smile so brightly around the guests, even though they don't appreciate you as much as I do."

Silence filled the room for a second, until Kaeya sighed, "This is no fun, clean up this mess . . . Don't leave when you're done."

Thoma's lips parted. He wanted to scream, to tell him it is not fair. That he hates it. Hates how disgusting this is. Tell him that he never asked to be here, but instead he let his little tears drops fall and gathered the garmentes he had been stripped off. "Take these instead," the prince placed a folded stake of silk clothing that were similar to his attire, only orange in colour. "I had the tailor make it, I think I got your size right, hopefully."

The prince smiled proudly, before looking back down at the younger male holding the clothes as if they were made of gold. "Are you trying to buy me this way ?" Kaeya frowned at the question. "I'm not an animal you know! "

Thoma instantly slapped his hands over his mouth with a little pathetic squeak escaping him. "F-forgive me your highness . . . I acted out of line," the words came trembling out of his lips.

His emotional and logical side crashed together and made him lost. That was a ridiculous mistake, Ayato has taught him better than to mess up like this. He could not bring himself to smile and bow like he always does. In this land he was a slave. He was owned. Every time someone or something reminded him of that it crushed him, body mind, and soul. He was treated like a pretty little bird. An animal. An ornament. . . And he just yelled at the second prince of the kingdom. He was a dead man, or probably get tired and beaten by a cane until he could no longer move.

" There it is," Kaeya smiled sadly, kneeling down to Thoma's height and cupping his cheeks. " I always hear you crying like that in your room, my poor little flower."

Taking the young man's hand in his, he kissed his trembling fingers tenderly, before nuzzling his face into them. " Oh you pity little thing, " Thoma stared in utter shock as the prince scooped him up easily into his arms, and laid him down on the bed. " Allow me to have you . . . And you won't have to worry about others harassing you. . .tell me your worries," he crawled over the crying blonde. "Your prince requests your love. Body and soul."

"Your highness. . . " Thoma's words died as the prince kissed him again. " Why . . . Why are you doing this?"

Kaeya did not reply and simply pulled back and stared at the slave's hands gripping the small stack of clothes in his hands with his knuckles turning white. "My you ask a lot of questions, " he intertwined his fingers with Thoma's and pinned them down on the bed. " I fear the loneliness in this castle is getting to me. . . And it feels if I don't snatch you away . . .someone will. I can't bear that."

Thoma's breath hitched as he felt something hard pressing against his lower half, but Kaeya did not seem to panic at all, and only chuckle at the blonde's bashful face. "Not gonna yell at me?" He teased, nuzzling his face into the crook of the young man's neck, making the younger shiver at the skinship. . .He felt . . . Aroused.

His mind was still trying to process his state. "Your . . . H-highness," choked cries escaped him as fingers ghosted over his chest, and lips pressed against his neck. " N-neh~"

The scent of the smoked flowers and herbs did not help and only made him succumb to the strange comfort he felt. The bed was even softer than he had ever imagined, Kaeya's breath tickled his pale skin, and the view of the prince on top of him took his breath away. "Your Highness . . ." But the older male only kissed him, muffling his words into incoherent moans.

"Call me Kaeya, Sunshi-" before he could utter another word the double-doors to the room busted open and in stormed in Camellia with flames in her caramel-amber-eyes  and a folded document in one hand, only to freeze upon noticing the state the two men were in. For a moment her train of thoughts halted, before misunderstanding the situation. "YOU PERVERTED GOOD FOR NOTHING PRINCE!" she grabbed an apple from the nearest fruit tray and yeeted it straight at Kaeya's head, hitting him straight in the nose. Thoma just laid there, taking a second for the situation to dawn upon him, but Kaeya shook his head, indicating him not to speak.

Sadly the prince's sacrifice ended up with him getting rained upon by fruits, having a broken nose, and splattered in fruity juices. The Princess refused to apologize and argued that Kaeya had attempted to sexually harass Thoma. Of course, Thoma kept trying to interfere, but Kaeya would shoot him a warning glare to shut up. Afterall, Kaeya has a lot of enemies. If word got out he was having a serious affair and genuine emotions towards the slave boy. . . .Thoma would be fresh and easy meat for the killing.

So Thoma sat and watched Kaeya get scolded by the princess in front of the whole court of high aristocrats . . . while holding an impressive poker face. He smiled so proudly one could not tell what was on his mind. As expected the Prince got away with everything thanks to most the aristocrats of the court looking down at Thoma. The boy tried to keep their insults out of his head, but sitting there for too long in the hollow hall made it hard.

" A mere ornament ," they said.
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"A pretty face asking for it ," they said. "Not even worth enough to be a concubine."

Thoma trembled and kept his head down, letting his fingers curl into the outfit Kaeya had left him. It was a little relieving, but alas helped him cope with the heat of the Tyevatian Desert.

He certainly appreciated the princess' efforts to help him, since she considered him her friend, but those actions alone of siding with him made her look naive and childish in the eyes of the court. Even the king underestimated her and focused more on her brother. Thoma only wished . . . That she could at least think twice before acting sometimes.

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Since this ship doesn't exist imma put it out it out there.

Royal to Camellia is finally published~ feel free to check it out

Any recommendations for the next oneshot??