Fallen General's Omega (BL)
Chapter 115: Order

Chapter 115: Order

Noelle walks through the bustling streets of the capital, the vibrant energy of the marketplace enveloping him. He asked Thorne to drop him off on his way to the royal palace, and now he strolls among the crowds, with Doris dutifully trailing behind him. He pulls the hood of his robe lower, shielding his face from prying eyes as he navigates the lively scene. The scents of street food waft through the air, tempting him to sample the various delicacies on offer.

As he wanders, his attention is suddenly caught by a commotion nearby. He spots a beautiful older woman, her rich brown skin adorned with intricate markings, being pushed to the ground in front of a tent. She stands up, brushing off her clothes with an air of dignity, and when she turns, their eyes meet. Her striking purple eyes shimmer with a unique intensity, captivating Noelle.

She smiles warmly at him and gestures for him to come closer. For a moment, he hesitates, unsure of her intentions. But as she approaches, he feels an inexplicable pull toward her. "Well, hello," she greets him, her voice smooth and inviting. Just then, Doris steps in front of her, a protective barrier.

"I mean no harm," the woman says, raising her hands in a gesture of peace. "It’s just that your master here seems to need my services." The bangles around her wrists clink together in a melodic rhythm as she speaks.

"It’s okay, Doris," Noelle reassures her, sensing the tension in the air. With a reluctant nod, Doris steps back, though her watchful eyes remain on the woman.

"Hmm, come with me," the mysterious woman says, beckoning Noelle into her tent. Inside, he’s greeted by a mesmerizing array of charms and trinkets, each exuding an air of mystery. She guides him to a chair opposite her, settling down with a knowing smile as she rests her arms on the table.

"Now, is she gonna be around the whole time?" the woman asks, glancing at Doris.

"Doris, leave us," Noelle commands, but Doris stands firm.

"I can’t, my lord," she replies, unwavering in her loyalty. He knows Doris won’t budge easily, but the woman merely sighs in response.

With a slight tap on the table, the atmosphere shifts dramatically. They are suddenly enveloped in swirling purple fog, stretching endlessly beyond the confines of the tent. Despite the surreal surroundings, Noelle feels an odd sense of calm wash over him. There’s something familiar about the woman, a sensation he can’t quite place.

"Aren’t you a brave one?" she says, amusement dancing in her purple eyes.

"I just feel like you won’t hurt me," he admits, the truth of his words surprising even himself.

She scoffs playfully. "Well, you’re right. But shouldn’t you be, you know, afraid?"

Noelle merely shrugs, a gesture of indifference.

"You’re just like your mother," she comments, her gaze piercing.

His heart races at her words. "You..." he begins, the recognition dawning on him.

"Please, how else would a royal princess escape without my help?" she replies with a mischievous glint.

"Princess?" he echoes, confusion rippling through him.

"Oop, I said too much," she chuckles. "Anyway, what do you need? A fortune read? Don’t worry, it’s free." She leans back in her chair, her demeanor relaxed.

Noelle studies the enigmatic woman and the peculiar purple fog surrounding them for a moment. "You’re a fortune teller?" he asks, still trying to wrap his head around this unexpected encounter.

"Yes and no," she replies, her tone teasing. "My people are really just born close to the moon. Through her, we can peek into secrets or harness a tiny bit of her power."

"So you’re a witch?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes and no," she responds, amusement dancing on her lips.

"Well, I don’t want to get my fortune read," Noelle says, shaking his head. "That kind of defeats the point of the future."

The woman bursts into laughter, her joy infectious. "You really are her child. She said the same thing." After a moment, her expression turns serious. "Anyway, we don’t have much time. I’ll give you a gift."

Suddenly, a piece of purple paper materializes in her arms, adorned with an intricate symbol. "Burn this when the moon is high, by the window. Remember, in the moonlight," she instructs, handing it to him.

Noelle takes the paper, curiosity piqued. "What’s this for?" he asks.

"Hmmm... A gift. I suggest you and that little husband of yours head to the place where your love was born before you use it for the best effect. It’s there that the magic will work strongest."

He glances at the paper, processing her words. "Why?"

"Honestly, it’s up to you. I’m just tweaking a couple of things here, you know. Unfortunately, your mother keeps bugging me. By the heavens, I don’t know why Elaris lets that woman out to disturb my peace. With this, I’m done."

Before Noelle can respond, the scene shifts once more. Suddenly, they are back on the busy street, the tent and the woman nowhere to be seen.

"Doris, have you seen the tent?" he asks, looking around in confusion.

"What tent, my lord?" Doris replies, her brow furrowed.

"You know, with the lady with purple eyes..." he trails off, noticing the way Doris looks at him, as if he’s lost his mind.

In his hand, however, the purple piece of paper remains, its presence grounding him. "Nothing, let’s go," he finally says, tucking the paper safely away as he continues his day in the bustling capital, the weight of the encounter lingering in his mind.

***

"I decline, your highness." I place the medal—the symbol of my rank as general—on the polished surface of the desk, my voice steady despite the tension crackling in the air.

The crown prince narrows his golden eyes at me, disbelief etched across his features. "You can’t be serious," he retorts, leaning forward in his chair, his demeanor shifting from shock to frustration.

"I’ll say it again," I insist, my resolve unwavering. "I plan to start a family with my omega. I will not be involved in these affairs anymore." Each word carries the weight of my determination, as I stand my ground.

His expression hardens. "Fine. But you should know that Narcio has been making suspicious movements at the border, and my spies inform me they may be colluding with Bodin. We’ll discuss your retirement after you sort this out." The prince’s voice is laced with authority, as if his words are the final decree.

"That’s an order." The finality in his tone sends a surge of anger boiling within me, a flame ignited by my desire to prioritize my beloved husband over his stupid orders.

"Understood, your highness," I reply through clenched teeth, my voice tinged with resentment as I rise from my seat. I turn on my heel, leaving the office behind me, the weight of the crown prince’s order heavy on my shoulders.

Once outside, the frustration surges through me like a wild river, each step away from the prince’s office fueling my resolve to leave this kingdom behind. I can’t stand this place, this constant cycle of orders and expectations that suffocate me. I shake my head, breathing deeply to center myself.

I pull out a mental map, calculating the distance to the border. It’s six days of travel to reach the outskirts, and there are still a few days left for Roman and me to sort out our finances. The thought of our future, one where I can finally build a family with him, gives me a flicker of hope amid the chaos.

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