M. Prince x F. Regent x P.Y. Brother

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A/n: Hahaha, "Part 69"

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 "It's been six and a half years now." A kiss. "I feel very bittersweet about it." Another kiss. "But it's for the best." The umpteenth kiss.

"Miss. You always come here and say these sad things. I feel like I don't get any attention. Won't you fix that for me?"

The (h/c) haired woman chuckled, attacking the spot where the younger male was most vulnerable. He liked it when she sucked on his neck and even more when she would bite on his shoulders. Pleased that she had decided to focus on him, the male whined and arched his back. He knew how she derived pleasure from his euphoria and made sure to be nice and loud. She also liked whining, and he was plenty good at it, too.

"Miss always comes here for exactly an hour only to talk and talk and talk. And I'm always trying to kiss Miss, too," the brunette pouted, squeaking as the woman nipped at his tanned skin, "Why come to a brothel like this when you're only ever going to talk? I want Miss to touch me..."

The brunette huffed as he turned to look at the woman kissing his shoulders. She had come once per week, and every time, she instructed that both he and her wear a mask. And though she was his first ever request, he didn't expect anyone would treat him like a child. The woman gave a kind smile and talked about things that worried her while petting his hair. And while he did enjoy the attention, after he had gotten to know her, he wished she would treat him a little more like an escort.

"If Miss is going to talk regardless, can't you tell me more specifics? What's ending soon?"

"Well, if I told you, that would make this mask a little pointless, don't you think? Then you would know who I am and I'd have to stop coming here. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

"No...but I'm the only one you talk to right?" the brunette hummed, quite prideful of that, "So if I can help Miss get some things off of her chest, wouldn't that be good, too? I don't care who you are. You're still my favorite client."

"I'm your only client, I hope. I paid extra money to make sure of that. Unless you're cheating on me, Salo?"

" 'Course not, Miss," he chuckled, placing himself close to the woman's heart despite her being clothed, "So why would I go and make you mad by leaking information? Won't you have some faith in me?"

The (h/c) haired woman chuckled. The male, though he was still rather young, at least compared to her mental age, was very intelligent. When she had first gone to the brothel, she had a plan to pick out one individual to serve her every week. He had caught her eye even though his methods had been rather underhanded. She had to admit that he was downright gorgeous, and his mind was beautiful as well. If she had to pay for a companion, she was glad it was him, even if he was expensive.

"Will you listen honestly even if what I have to say is completely ridiculous? Or if it doesn't make sense? Or even if it's impossible?"

"As long as Miss touches me," the male simpered, directing her hands under his shirt and to his chest, "I like it here, too."

"Well, then I guess we have a deal. Listen up, okay?"

In truth, the woman had two major secrets. The first was that she was the only daughter of the previous king. Though illegitimate, she had been loved greatly when he was alive, but it all changed fairly quickly. He died when she was just 17, leaving behind her and her younger brother who was only 5 years old at the time. The palace became wrack with strife since the only one who could take the throne was but a child, leading to the woman's great stress for over 6 years.

The second of her secrets was that she had lived a past life. It had not been a pleasant one, considering she was not able to stand against those that sought to control the throne. In the end, she had to watch as her baby brother died while she was strangled to death. However, since coming back, she had learned much and gained much wisdom, allowing her to prepare for her father's death and combat it. That was how she became regent while her brother grew up. And, with a great bittersweetness about it, her time ruling was coming to an end.

"So?" she questioned, watching as the male flinched from having a sensitive area on his chest rubbed, "Do you believe me?"

" 'Course I do."

"Then you're satisfied?"

"No...Not at all. You seem to really love your brother. I'm jealous, Miss."

"I'm afraid he'll always be first in my eyes. I'm very sorry, Sola."

The male pouted but continued to wince and whine as she touched him. It was sensual and he was sensitive, so the combination was near impossible for him to remain quiet with. Still, he was stubborn and refused to lose to a kid for the woman's affections. So he stayed with her and let her relieve all of her worries onto him for the rest of the hour as was their arrangement. At the end of her stay, he walked her out to her carriage before receiving a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return. After he waited until she was out of sight, the young male removed his mask and turned toward the owner of the brothel; a confident but rather silent woman.

"How was your night, your highness? Does playing prostitute to that woman satisfy you?"

"Very much!" the male chuckled, his face nice and pink, "I could wait to see Miss next week, but I think I should go make an entrance this Saturday instead! What'dya think?"

"I would prefer you pay me what I'm owed, highness."

"Sure, sure. My driver's got the money. I'll be in the room 'til he comes, 'kay?"

As (Y/n) returned to the castle, she found a small boy rushing at her with the energy of a sun. With light yellow hair, he looked the part as well. The prince tackled her in a hug and smothered her with all of his love. Maids trailed behind him but didn't interrupt the scene between brother and sister. However, as the woman gazed at the looks on their faces, she could tell they disapproved of it regardless.

In truth, because of her returning to the past, she had made a lot of ripples in terms of people's views on her. She had changed considerably even before her father had died, leading many to point at her as his murderer. This was especially popular due to her forcibly making herself the regent for her younger brother. Most believed her to be a particularly power-hungry woman, even though it was just her defending the only person close to her that she had left.

Still, she had made many efforts in order to be considered a villain. Since she had always planned to relinquish the throne to her beloved little brother, it was a necessary step. He had to be thirteen to officially take the throne as king, and in order to do so, she had him take every class she could think of with the best teachers. However, for his procession to go smoothly, she needed to solidify that he would be a better king than she would as regent. As such, she had tried to appear as overly lavish as possible, making her the scourge of the kingdom.

She often spent countless fortunes on herself via dresses, gemstones, and even estates to the point of drawing the ire of every noble. Taking land away from them under the guise of a present of loyalty or goodwill, she no doubt hadn't a single friend among them. She was also known to openly accept bribery as long as the price was right though she had always ensured it wasn't at the cost of innocent people. Still, her reputation was nowhere near the best which made the nobles and commoners alike cheer and root for her little brother's thirteenth birthday. And, at last, their dreams were coming true as the event was taking place that Saturday.

"Sis!" the boy beamed, holding his sister tighter when she bent down to kiss his nose.

"It's nice to see you too, Leon, but you know it's late. You shouldn't be up this late. You'll be going to bed right away, won't you?"

The boy nodded, taking hold of his older sister's hand. Though the age gap between the two of them was rather large, he viewed her as a mother figure, always heeding her every word. And despite the rumors that continued to besmirch her reputation, he knew everything she did was for the good of the country and for him as well. She loved him more than words could express and he loved her more than his arms could show. That was why, no matter what people said to him, he defended her with all of his might.

As his older sister led him inside, he followed along like a duckling, narrowing his eyes at the way his maids gossiped. Peeking up at his sister, he ensured she wasn't watching. It was then that he showed his true colors. He darted his eyes back at the women before drawing a line across his neck, threatening them to do it again. They were silent after that, but regardless, he knew that they would do it again sooner or later. The only thing he could really do to help his sister was to be there to comfort her. As far as he knew, he was the only one that could do so, so he tried his best.

Since he was five years old, he had shared a bed with his older sister, but since he turned ten, he wasn't allowed to any longer. She said it would be best for him to learn how to be on his own. Though it made him sad, in the end, she still came to tuck him in and put him to bed every single night without fail. As he hopped into bed, rather excitedly, his sister sat down beside him to tuck him in. He was then presented with a kiss before a song and one chapter of a book.

"Let's do our best this week, Leon," she hummed, stroking his cheek somberly, "Promise?"

"Sis...," the boy frowned, pulling his bedsheets over his mouth to hide his concern, "I don't like the way you said that. It's not like you're leaving the palace. I'm just going to do the boring stuff while you play. Right?"

The woman didn't answer. She only smiled, which served to alleviate the younger boy's fears. He soon fell asleep, letting her leave the room with a heavy sigh. It was a necessity for any threats to the throne to be removed for the new ruler to go on. And since she had made herself out to be a villain, she would have to make room for her younger brother. He would not like it and she would likely become sick from worry over how he was doing, but it had to be done.

As she promised, she spent the next week working as hard as she could so everything would be ready for Leon. All the while, she was mocked, most believing her efforts were solely for her own benefit. Being replaced was never ideal for anyone, and the (h/c) haired woman was no exception. Though in truth, her younger brother was more suited to the role of king, she, as regent, had accomplished much. It was a waste, in her opinion.

Regardless, she put on a smile for her brother's birthday. They spent the entire day together celebrating. From having a picnic in his favorite garden to horseback riding in the forest, she was proud to see him giggle and enjoy himself. He was especially eager about the ball being hosted, even escorting his sister to the location himself. They dedicated hour after hour to greeting all their guests, including foreigners. That was when a familiar face introduced himself to the former regent.

(Y/n) was taken aback at the sight of the mask placed against his face, particularly the design. She blushed bright, covering her face relentlessly as she recognized the tanned-skin brunette who she had spent quite some time with. On the other hand, he smiled with a bright grin as he bowed to the newly crowned king and his sister. That being said, the young boy wasn't keen on the way he stared at her, stepping in front of the woman with a frustrated grimace. He was ignored.

"Miss," the brunette cooed, placing a kiss on the back of her hand to the blonde's great objection, "Wanna dance?"

"Why on earth are you here? This is - "

"I know! I was invited. I'm here as the head delegation from Kalta. I'm afraid Miss wasn't the only one keeping a secret. So, what'dya think? Do I look good in fancy clothes? Or does Miss prefer when I'm - "

"S-Salo!"

"See? I don't treat Miss any differently even though she shared her secret with me. Oh, I am the prince, but don't treat me any differently either, 'kay?"

Leon looked impatiently up to his sister in expectation of an answer. However, she, too, was completely stunned. He tugged on her hand, holding it for himself while hiding behind her, wondering if he was going to steal all of his sister's attention. Sola was suddenly spoken to by one of his aids, suddenly glowing brightly when being reminded of something. That was when he clapped his hands together and presented flowers to the woman.

"Right, right! I've come to marry Miss!"

Becoming completely enraged, the young king stepped forward, even going so far as to let go of his sister's hand. He then walked right in front of the foreign prince before gazing up at him with a frustrated sneer. The blonde was much shorter than the adult in front of him, but he thought little of it considering the immature personality of the other - not that he was any better. However, at least he was a child and was entitled to do so whereas the man in front of him was just looking for his attention.

"How dare you!" he huffed, stomping his foot down, "My sister is not someone you can just...just...j-just steal!"

"If you'll let me, we can be at my country in just a day. We have a portal and everything."

"Don't ignore me, you fool!"

"So we get married whenever you want! My country's beautiful, too. Lots of trees and plants. We've even got jaguars."

"Hey!"

"Oh, look," Salo finally hummed, a dark look in his eyes, "the brother you loved to talk about. I'm not going to pretend to like you, so just shove some cake in your mouth and shut the hell up, hm?"

With an abrupt push, the (h/c) haired woman gave a maddened look, thoroughly confusing the male. He didn't seem to understand that he had offended nor did he get the meaning of the gesture. Instead, ecstatic she had chosen to touch him, he glowed bright and placed his hands where he'd been given the honor of being "pushed". Lovingly, he chuckled, tilting his head to the side as he contemplated how her touches would change once they were married. He rocked back and forth on his heels before feeling an irritating pair of eyes glaring at him.

Though the brunette maintained his childish simper and mannerisms, he gave a dark glare to the child in front of him. Such a tiny thing was going to rule over an entire nation, one that (Y/n) had put her all into maintaining. That same small brat had made so many troubles for her despite his great affection for her. Sola figured he should have been grateful to him for pushing his Miss to the brothel. He really did pave the way for a "thief" to come and steal his sister away. The male snickered, watching as the younger boy clenched his fists.

When the younger boy realized he wasn't going to win by staring the prince down, he pouted and buried his face into his sister's dress. Sola almost stopped smiling, but to keep appearances up with the older woman, he continued his grin despite the seeping rage entering him. How dare such a pathetic weakling - who took advantage of his sister's love for him - turn around and feign to be the fool. He knew exactly what he was doing. It wasn't like he was five years old. Why was there any need for him to be coddled?

"Leave," the woman finally growled, petting her brother's head assuringly, "You will not disrespect the king. I don't care who you are. Get out."

Both males flinched. Though one's discontent was obvious, being told to separate himself from his other half, Leon's displeasure was hidden. He tightened his grip on his sister's dress, wondering if something really had changed between them. In all of his life, he hadn't ever been addressed by her with such a title. She didn't call him "his highness" or "majesty", only ever calling him by his given name like no one else could. Yet, now that he was crowned, would she cease to be so informal with him?

On the other hand, Sola struggled to keep holding his smile. Usually, it was second nature to him but he found it difficult to have such a pleased expression when he was far from it. Sure, he insulted a "king", but was that really enough to shatter their relationship? Perhaps, normally, he would have assumed she wanted him to "leave" so she could go find him in private, but something told him it wasn't that. Rather, she glowered at him with an expression that had never been directed towards him, her sole confidante.

Out of jealousy, envy, and an obsessive need to make her reverse her decision, he closed the space between them and kissed her gently. It wasn't his preferred type of kiss, and certainly, he would have preferred doing it in private, but it wasn't to show his affection. Instead, the goal was something else. He gained his smile again as numerous glasses shattered on the floor, all of the eyes in the room staring at the woman, the one they all called "greedy", "incompetent", and "evil".

"What did you do?" she growled, watching as the male regressed out of "fear".

"I wanted to show everyone how much I love you," the brunette murmured, looking up with "pure" eyes, "Did I do something wrong, Miss?"

Closing the gap between them once more, the woman gripped tightly onto the male's collar before bringing her lips to his ear.

"Do you think I didn't know how 'innocent' you really were? How low do you think of me? Just because you act like a child and pretend to be as cute as you can and I showed you an ounce of affection for it, doesn't mean I'd let something like this slide."

"I don't know what you mean, Miss...You just looked so pretty that I - "

"Sola." Shivers. "As an ally, I'm the best anyone can have, but as an enemy, you better be prepared."

"M-Miss, please...if you keep talking like that, I-I'm going to cum..."

Pushing the male away once more, the (h/c) haired woman gently separated herself from her younger brother. He began to tear up as she started to leave, but decided, instead, it was more worthwhile to prepare for revenge against the thief that had snuck in. Glaring again at the foreign prince, he wondered what way would be best to kill him. Beheading? Bleeding? No, they were too nice for someone trying to take his sister. She was all he had, and he wasn't going to let her just go. She promised to stay with him until she died.

At the same time dark thoughts swirled around inside of the younger boy, his sister scoffed at the attitude of her whore-for-hire. A prince, he said. It didn't matter what fancy title he had, he was still the same whiny brat that would play as many tricks as he could to get her to make him feel good. It was always the same. First, he would play innocent, like a cute boy who knew nothing about the world, nor about sex. He even purposefully manipulated his own sensitivity so he would finish just from having his nipples rubbed. And if that didn't work, he would try to seduce her into it, trying to make her forget her problems or frustrations by using him as her own toy. His whining and sly touches would get the job done.

But there was another method he had that served as his trump card. If, after his innocent act didn't work and his subsequent seduction didn't do it either, he would resort to making deals. When he absolutely couldn't take it anymore, he would beg and beg for her to touch him, offering her something in return. Most of the time, it was him claiming he

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