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It’s quiet today. Well it’s always quiet whenever my father isn’t here. He is here today, but it’s still quiet. He’s bringing home a woman, someone who he says won’t give him a cursed heir. I hear our name being called from downstairs, presumably for breakfast. I roll over to the boy next to me and gently shake him awake.
“Chess. Get up, we have breakfast.” Chester Cyrus Roselynn, for all he is, rolls over and groans and simply says
“No.”
I giggle lightly and press a kiss to his beautiful forehead.
“C’mon” I murmur into his ear
“Okay fine” He sits up, kisses me properly, and pulls himself out of bed. I admire from afar, sliding my eyes over his body.
“It’s your birthday soon” I say as I dress.
“Turning 19. Yay.” He mutters as he finishes getting dressed. Once we’re both done getting ready we walk down the stairs into the dining room where my father and his new mistress are sitting.
“Hello son. This is Constance, who is going to be my new bride.” He greets me, face impassive per usual. I sigh, knowing what's going to happen to this poor woman once she gets pregnant. My curse, my tether to the tired boy standing next to me, is that my father will never be able to have a child until he accepts the one he has, the one that’s connected to another boy. Written in the stars, quite literally. This also means whenever I’m too far from Chess, I might die, and my father isn’t desperate enough to kill me yet. Constance smiles at me, clearly a little nervous. Chess and I sit down as my father introduces us.
“This is my son Atticus and his… friend, Chester.” He knows about the curse. He always has, he always will.
“Constance, get out while you can.” Chess mutters
“These Atlas men can get real intense” he grins, that cheshire grin I will fall for over and over again.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” I grumble, hiding a smile
He smirks, leaning closer
“I think you know what it means sweetheart”
My father glares, a clear signal to stop flirting. Chess once again being Chess completely ignores him and pulls his chair closer to mine, pressing our thighs together and wiggling his eyebrows. I give him a glare of my own, so he sighs and leans back.
“You never let me have any fun,” he whines. I roll my eyes and ignore him before starting to eat my food. My father glares at me, looking angry. Once we’re done we excuse ourselves and walk back upstairs to our room. Once we’re there, we sit on my bed and read. It’s a curriculum of sorts, to just sit there and read, compare notes on the stories, mathematical formulas, and everything else in the books. Today we’re reading a book about the illogicality of reverse psychology. It's a funny book, interesting more than education. Once it's almost lunch we put down our book. I pull him into my lap, sliding my hands under his shirt and feeling his muscles beneath my hand. I kiss him, rough and then soft, tasting his lips and worshipping his body.