Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Hybrid POV

"So I've heard that you've stuck your nose into my plans yet again." He uttered with his back faced towards me.

"He waltzed in there like he owned the place and took the damn prince out! Had the nerve to even draw his damn sword on us! He has to be punished!" Kronar yelled, his nostrils flaring with anger as his turned his rage filled eyes on me, glaring at me.

All the while I had remained silent, mainly because I knew that what I said in my defense wouldn't really matter since no one ever cared to listen to what I had to say. I watched as my father, whom I was never allowed to call father in the public eye, took a long sip of his alcohol and turned his black eyes towards me.

"Is that what happened?" He asked and looked into my eyes.

"Who cares what he has to say. He should be whipped or lashed!" Kronar yelled, all the while I hadn't moved my gaze from that of my father's and looked right into his eyes.

"Yes" I replied and watched him take another sip before he turned his gaze towards Kronar who looked expectantly back at him.

"You may leave now." He said making Kronar widen his eyes at that, as if that was the last thing he had ever anticipated. He bowed his head and glared at me before scoffed and walked out of the room, making sure to bang the door behind him.

"Now, tell me boy, what happened." He asked as he walked and sat down on the throne like chair he had placed in his room.

"Everything Kronar said is true." I answered and watched as something I could not even begin to decipher flashed across his eyes. He sat there, looking back at me before he turned his gaze back to me.

"You should know better than to lie to me. I'm certain I do not have to tell you the repercussions of that." He answered as he stared sternly making me subconsciously place my hand over a scar I had received as a toddler for lying to him.

"Why are you asking me if you already know the answer to that question." I replied.

"You're a lot like her, in so many ways." He uttered, refusing to look at me and for some reason that infuriated me. It honestly took everything in me not to explode on him as I really wanted to.

"I know what happen. What I don't understand is why." He added.

"I don't know. It just seemed like the right thing to do in that moment. I was just walking by when I saw what they were about to do. I didn't think, I just acted." I answered.

"You've always acted on your instincts before." Was his reply before he finally had the balls to look me in the eyes.

There were numerous versions and sides of who my mother was that floated around as I grew up. Most of them being a harlot who threw herself at my father then dropped his kid at his doorstep, or should I say tentstep, while others claimed he had forced himself on her. Either way, I knew nothing of who she was, what her name was, what she looked like, nothing at all, and the one person who actually knew the truth wouldn't tell me anything no matter how many times I had asked and practically begged as a child.

Eventually I had given up on asking, and had just spent my days imagining who she was and why she didn't want me.

That was about the only thing I was sure of, and although I had heard it numerous times from almost everyone, it had taken me years to accept it and when I did, it seemed as though something had been lifted off my chest.

By letting go off that hope I didn't have to have those expectations that had always left me feeling empty in the past, but giving up that hope had also taken away the only feeling I had ever had, leaving me a heartless monster just like the rest of them.

"I'm going to leave him with you for now. Until I decide further on what to do with him." He replied making me nod.

"Are you really going to use him as a bargaining chip?" I asked and watched him sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

All our conversations had only ever consisted of battle strategies, nothing more and nothing less and while I was younger, I would always ask him all sorts of questions, most of the time earning myself a punch in the gut or a slap across the face and eventually I had learnt to just stop asking all together and instead just went with whatever he had decided.

"I'm not sure, it made sense when I came up with it, now it just seems like a cowardly move." He answered making me nod.

I understood where he was coming from since I had been here with him since I could remember and although he was a complete asshole through and through who ruled by an iron fist, there were moments like these, moments that he only shared with me wherein I caught a glimpse who he tried to hide for reasons that were beyond me. Where he seemed to genuinely not know what to do and just needed someone to help him and guide him even if he was too stubborn shit to admit it and I suppose that is where I fitted in since I was the only one who seemed to have my head screwed on right and thought with something other than my damn dick!

I knew it wasn't easy for him, getting to where he was now. Always being looked down upon and feeling like you had to prove yourself at every second. I suppose that's why I felt like I could relate to him. It didn't excuse the messed up shit he did but it made me see why he was the way he was. How he had built himself up from nothing and built a kingdom despite the known belief that Orcs were nothing but savages who knew nothing of morals, and it was almost like he was determined to prove them wrong.

"Are you thinking of using his powers somehow?" I asked as I watched him ponder over what I had just said.

"Maybe. Did you notice anything while he was with you?" He asked as I bit the inside of my cheek and thought about what I was about to do.

"No." I lied and hoped that he could not see through my lie.

He nodded and gestured for me to leave the room to which I complied, mainly because I knew he hated my presence, for one reason alone.

I reminded him of his failure.

As I walked back to my wing of the palace, I thought back to what I had done, narrowing my eyes in confusion at my actions. I didn't even know why I had lied about the Prince not using his powers, or my suspicions of why he didn't. Was he trying to hide something? But that wasn't the only thing that was confusing me, but rather..

Why had I lied to my father to protect him?