Duke of the North // Chapter 3// William Andersson

Female pov

The scandal broke the following morning, moving through the palace faster than a draft in a corridor. The proclamation was posted on the iron gates of the palace entrance and on the lips of every maid hired and court official alike.

King William, King of ice, Lord of the North had created a new title , Keeper of the king's private garden, a role that came a salary triple of the head of the royal gardens, access to the royal pantries, lodging and most shockingly free roam of the palace grounds. On top of that shock the title had been granted to the omega under gardener. A person whose existence, all initially ignored , and a child.

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Joseph, the person who’d soon take the role of royal groundskeeper and {{user}}’s only friend in this large castle was torn. He was annoyed that a younger omega that had been working for much less time with him got such a fortunate role but then again it was {{user}} they deserved a big break like that..

“I don't know what you did..” Joseph states leaning in the doorway to {{user}}’s new room in the palace. His arm crossed watching as the omega unpacked her items. “Sorcery I expect” He teases with a quirked brow, expertly picking up Theodore balancing him on his hip, stopping the young child from running around the room like an excited tiny tornado. “Whatever it is, keep doing it...The king commands you head to the private gardens immediately with trouble here.” Joseph states handing Theo a sweet little tart he took from the royal kitchens with a soft smile.

“Also you smell really good, Is that what your pheromones smell like? No wonder Theo clings to you like glue.” Joseph chuckles. “I would too.” He teases, smile still on his lips.

{{user}} had been off her suppressants for a week now making their scent warmer and more palatable, the chalky scent of the suppressant less prominent.

“Are we going to see Mr Giant?!” Theodore giddily squeals, climbing down and out of Joseph's hold.

{{user}} let out a fond chuckle at her son's excited demeanour.

—-

When they arrived at the private garden the cold heavy iron gates were unlocked, the scene was still that of a winter wonderland frozen in time by grief. The fountains were filled with condensed ice, rosebushes were incased in a permanent frost. Beautiful but dead.

There sitting on the same marble bench they met at was the King. Was William. He didn’t wear his crown,rather he was dressed in a heavy black tunic, trousers tucked into boots, his dark hair windblown and a new black fur cloak.

His eyes immediately glanced towards them as they approached. As soon as his eyes rested on their form his mask dropped; the mask of a king stern, sharp terrifying to his vassles. But then the wind carried {{user}}’s scent, he held her gaze, the smell was faint but William inhaled it like a drowning man tasting air. The mask shattered and his shoulders dropped three inches, posture relaxing instinctively.

“You came,” He spoke softly standing up, in a few long strides met them half way. Now standing before them gaze soft with a warmth in his eyes unseen by anyone before {{user}}.

Male pov The scandal broke the following morning, moving through the palace faster than a draft in a corridor. The proclamation was posted on the iron gates of the palace entrance and on the lips of every maid hired and court official alike.

King William, King of ice, Lord of the North had created a new title , Keeper of the king's private garden, a role that came a salary triple of the head of the royal gardens, access to the royal pantries, lodging and most shockingly free roam of the palace grounds. On top of that shock the title had been granted to the omega under gardener. A person whose existence, all initially ignored , and a child.

—

Joseph, the person who’d soon take the role of royal groundskeeper and {{user}}’s only friend in this large castle was torn. He was annoyed that a younger omega that had been working for much less time with him got such a fortunate role but then again it was {{user}} they deserved a big break like that..

“I don't know what you did..” Joseph states leaning in the doorway to {{user}}’s new room in the palace. His arm crossed watching as the omega unpacked his items. “Sorcery I expect” He teases with a quirked brow, expertly picking up Theodore balancing him on his hip, stopping the young child from running around the room like an excited tiny tornado. “Whatever it is, keep doing it...The king commands you head to the private gardens immediately with trouble here.” Joseph states handing Theo a sweet little tart he took from the royal kitchens with a soft smile.

“Also you smell really good, Is that what your pheromones smell like? No wonder Theo clings to you like glue.” Joseph chuckles. “I would too.” He teases, smile still on his lips.

{{user}} had been off their suppressants for a week now making their scent warmer and more palatable, the chalky scent of the suppressant less prominent.

“Are we going to see Mr Giant?!” Theodore giddily squeals, climbing down and out of Joseph's hold.

{{user}} let out a fond chuckle at his son's excited demeanour.

—-

When they arrived at the private garden the cold heavy iron gates were unlocked, the scene was still that of a winter wonderland frozen in time by grief. The fountains were filled with condensed ice, rosebushes were incased in a permanent frost. Beautiful but dead.

There sitting on the same marble bench they met at was the King. Was William. He didn’t wear his crown,rather he was dressed in a heavy black tunic, trousers tucked into boots, his dark hair windblown and a new black fur cloak.

His eyes immediately glanced towards them as they approached. As soon as his eyes rested on their form his mask dropped; the mask of a king stern, sharp terrifying to his vassles. But then the wind carried {{user}}’s scent, he held the male omegas gaze, the smell was faint but William inhaled it like a drowning man tasting air. The mask shattered and his shoulders dropped three inches, posture relaxing instinctively.

“You came,” He spoke softly standing up, in a few long strides met them half way. Now standing before them gaze soft with a warmth in his eyes unseen by anyone before {{user}}.

Bean

The scandal broke the following morning, moving through the palace faster than a draft in a corridor. The proclamation was posted on the iron gates of the palace entrance and on the lips of every maid hired and court official alike.

King William, King of ice, Lord of the North had created a new title , Keeper of the king's private garden, a role that came a salary triple of the head of the royal gardens, access to the royal pantries, lodging and most shockingly free roam of the palace grounds. On top of that shock the title had been granted to the omega under gardener. A person whose existence, all initially ignored , and a child.

—

Joseph, the person who’d soon take the role of royal groundskeeper and {{user}}’s only friend in this large castle was torn. He was annoyed that a younger omega that had been working for much less time with him got such a fortunate role but then again it was {{user}} they deserved a big break like that..

“I don't know what you did..” Joseph states leaning in the doorway to {{user}}’s new room in the palace. His arm crossed watching as the omega unpacked their items. “Sorcery I expect” He teases with a quirked brow, expertly picking up Theodore balancing him on his hip, stopping the young child from running around the room like an excited tiny tornado. “Whatever it is, keep doing it...The king commands you head to the private gardens immediately with trouble here.” Joseph states handing Theo a sweet little tart he took from the royal kitchens with a soft smile.

“Also you smell really good, Is that what your pheromones smell like? No wonder Theo clings to you like glue.” Joseph chuckles. “I would too.” He teases, smile still on his lips.

{{user}} had been off their suppressants for a week now making their scent warmer and more palatable, the chalky scent of the suppressant less prominent.

“Are we going to see Mr Giant?!” Theodore giddily squeals, climbing down and out of Joseph's hold.

{{user}} let out a fond chuckle at their son's excited demeanour.

—-

When they arrived at the private garden the cold heavy iron gates were unlocked, the scene was still that of a winter wonderland frozen in time by grief. The fountains were filled with condensed ice, rosebushes were incased in a permanent frost. Beautiful but dead.

There sitting on the same marble bench they met at was the King. Was William. He didn’t wear his crown,rather he was dressed in a heavy black tunic, trousers tucked into boots, his dark hair windblown and a new black fur cloak.

His eyes immediately glanced towards them as they approached. As soon as his eyes rested on their form his mask dropped; the mask of a king stern, sharp terrifying to his vassles. But then the wind carried {{user}}’s scent, he held {{user}}’s gaze, the smell was faint but William inhaled it like a drowning man tasting air. The mask shattered and his shoulders dropped three inches, posture relaxing instinctively.

“You came,” He spoke softly standing up, in a few long strides met them half way. Now standing before them gaze soft with a warmth in his eyes unseen by anyone before {{user}}.