The voices that ran through the trees, rustling their leaves and branches, they called to him. He and his brother sat on a bed of pristine white sheets. These sheets were crisp and clean, like fresh fallen snow. He smiled at his brother but inside he was seething.

His only goals currently were revenge, he wanted the throne, to be Queen of Dirue and make his brother kneel down among the filth, the piss and the shit of this world.

The wind picked up outside the room, trees limbs tapping against the window like the fingertips of uninvited guests.

Salthazar, known by his childhood nickname as Sal or Sal the Serpentine to Carbel and his other brothers. It was odd, as he looked through the masquerade ball mask that he wore, an elegant black mask lined in lace that stopped over his nose. The outside was white with silver stitching and the feathers that stuck out from the left side were black.

Carbel wore a black and white ballgown, the ends frayed out hiding the white with black bow at the top high heels that adorned his feet. His long wavy black hair was done up in ringlets that fell over his shoulders.

Salthazar, blonde hair short to the shoulders, dressed as a knight with a mask in the design of a helmet reached out to cup the raven haired beauty's cheek in his large tanned palm.

His other hand moved to grope and squeeze the supple breasts that Carbel had allowed to grow in order to make the look of his finagling complete. He normally already had a small chest area, to anyone who knew nothing of him it would merely look as if his pectoral muscles were bulging slightly.

"You are mesmerizing, beautiful, what do I owe the honor of such a divine angel within my bed chambers hmm?" Salthazar whispered this gently, almost lovingly as he leaned in to kiss Carbel softly. Taken aback by the action the older male returned the kiss, slowly pulling away.

"You are prince of Dirue correct? Tis I whom should be honored. Such a devilishly handsome man...certainly any omega or beta worth his or her merit would find themself lucky to be within your bedchambers, my lord" 

Carbel spoke as sweetly as possible even if the words leaving his lips made bile wish to rush out to chase them.

Salthazar's kisses trailed away from the Omega's lips, down his jawline and across the expanse of his snowy white throat. A shudder of reluctant pleasure found it's way through him, as his brother's arms encircled his waist and something hard pressed itself insistently against his thigh.

Carbel's breath hitched when Sal moved to run his hands down his back, gripping him close against his body.

"So beautiful....like none I have ever seen or likely will ever see again. My wife pales in comparison to you...you are a raven haired goddess...Come beauty, let me show you how hard you make it to think clearly...how my sword struggles within it's prison for want of being buried within your sheathe..."

Carbel could not help the flush that stained his porcelain cheeks at the statement. Even as his eyes remained cold and dead. He detested his brother with every fiber of his being.

But he knew, if things had been different.... he quickly shook those thoughts away, spreading his legs for Salthazar's roaming hands. His brother was just as much of a monster as their father was.

No matter how affectionate the King's wizard who concealed his identity spoke of him.

The man, a mighty magic user known as Jirai went on and on about Salthazar's destiny to unite all of Dirue and create a magical paradise of a kingdom.

His brother's length felt even harder as it rubbed into his thigh... The shorter haired male whispering such disgustingly dirty things into his ear. It made him shudder in disgust. but he had to get what he wanted so kept up the act.  Carbel's head fell back, his long wavy black hair cascaded across the pillow like a pool around him.

The Omega smiled at the younger man and he offered up a seductive moan like melted chocolate across a mint candy coated ecstasy.

The Alpha would have killed him if he knew it was his Omega brother grinding against his ever swelling penis. He'd kill Carbel if he knew he'd become erect due to his own Omega of an older brother.

He'd kill Carbel if he knew how wet the elder had become from the caresses and kisses of his own brother. Thanks to the masks, Salthazar didn't know who he was and that was a good thing...

"I must have you....will you give me your name dear princess? So that I might call out to you when my aching need explodes deep inside, betwixt your quivering snow white thighs?"

Carbel gave his best, most sensual smile as he wrapped his arms around Salthazar's back, both of their clothing long shed. All that covered them were their masks, which Carbel insisted on keeping. Lucky for the Omega, his Alpha brother was too filled wine and feast, and did not mind. His only desire to plunge his iron clad sword within the molten lava of Carbel's quaking sheathe.

"Karval Le Fey...."

It was a lie. The fae hated Carbel with vigor, but for tonight he was not simply himself, but the mysterious one time lover of the future king of Dirue...

The night was filled with the heated moans of passion, Carbel clutching at his brother's back until blood stained beneath his claws, tainting the purity of the white sheets they lay on.