Beauty and His Beast [MxM] (UNEDITED)

Ares POV

"Come in"

I pushed the doors open slightly with great effort from my thin form and walked inside, greeted by the sight of my mother smiling calmly as she sat on the chair she so much loved. The very chair which she apparently sang me to sleep on when I was an infant.

Laying across her lap with his eyes closed, was my father, sound asleep as she ran her fingers through his hair and hummed. All that could be heard were the subtle sounds of his breathing as she massaged his scalp with her skilled fingers.

Aside from being affiliated with nature and the queen of it, my mother too possessed the ability to control the emotions people around her felt. I could see the way my father relaxed against her lap, that she was doing that with him at this very second.

"He's been complaining a lot more about the headaches as of late. Last night, he wandered the hallways for hours before he came back to bed." She uttered as she smiled up at me and then looked down at my father's face.

"What troubles him?" I replied and walked towards my mother.

I sat down on the seat beside her and watched her as she sang to my sleeping father. As I sat there, looking at them, I felt a smile spread across my face as I felt the strong power around us.

Such a power that could never be matched with anything else in this world. The very power that could unite worlds or tear them apart. The power that made one unstoppable.

The power of Love.

It was a completely warm feeling that spread throughout one's body, to each and every bone. It was like drinking a warm goblet of tea on an extremely cold day, and feeling that warmth warm you up inside out.

At least that is what I had been told.

I didn't think too much on it, but it sometimes bothered me that I didn't feel that intense warmth people spoke of when I was with Urion. Sure I definitely felt something whenever I was around him, but it jus wasn't that.

I didn't bother too much with it since I was still young and hadn't reached my mating age yet, maybe then I would be able to feel things differently?

I smiled proudly, knowing that my parents were two of the few that knew how to handle that kind of power. In the past, most had used it to do great damage. Manipulating and preying on the innocent who wanted nothing more than to just feel the warmth that love provided.

"The wars. They seem to gave caught up to him." She replied to my earlier question and smiled at me.

I frowned and looked down at his sleeping form, and it was only then did I notice the dark circles that framed his eyes. The absence of his once bright complexion, now replaced with one so pale, one would swear he was dead. Even his once brightly colored blond hair, now seemed dull as it laid sprawled out against the seat.

"I thought the troops kept them back?" I asked as I turned to my mother with a worried look.

"Stress not little one. These youthful years are priceless. Once they are gone and replaced with the burden of carrying the throne upon your shoulders, you will regret not having taken full advantage of it." She said as she smiled at me and lifted her hand to my head. She ran her fingers through my soft silky hair and rested her hand against my cheek.

"Your father would never want you to bear that burden now when he can carry it." She added and pulled me towards her.

She pressed a kiss against my forehead and smiled when my father stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes. his bright blue ones staring into mine as he slowly sat up and leaned back against the seat. He raised his hand and ran his fingers through his hair before setting his hand down and smiled at me.

Not really knowing why my mother had called me here in the first, I just smiled back at him and leaned forward when he beckoned me to come closer. He cupped the side of my face and pressed a firm loving kiss on my forehead.

"You're just as beautiful as the day you entered this world. I see I was correct yet again when I told your mother that numerous problems would come our way as soon as others laid their eyes on you." He said and side smiled when my mother tsked at his statement.

"And I remember telling you that I would burn entire kingdoms to the ground if they ever laid a finger on my baby." She replied and smiled at me to which I raised my eyebrow.

"I'm not a baby. I'll have you know I'm fifte-"

"Yes yes I know darling. Fifteen. And I'll have you know that fifteen isn't an old enough age to know what you want. And I know that you feel like I don't give you breathing space but I'm so terrified that if I do, I'll lose you." She said and reached out to touch the side of my face.

I blinked and looked at her, not at all knowing what to say to her.

My mother was much stronger woman than she appeared to be. Despite her delicate appearance and nature, she was a force to be reckoned with when it came to those she loved. She was ruthless and destroyed anything and everything that threatened to take away those she held near.

And while everyone knew and believed that my father was the strength and wisdom behind our flourishing kingdom. The light that they needed to find the will within them to survive, my mother was his light.

She was everything to him and so much more. Falling in love and finding each other when they were but my age, they had never once parted since then and had found their purpose within one another.

"You'll always be our baby. Our miracle that had healed not just us, but our entire kingdom. You came to us at a time when darkness engulfed us and you spread your light throughout our kingdom." He added and reached out to touch my mother's hand.

She smiled at him and in that moment, I swear I felt the love they had for another. The way they looked at each other like the other was the only person in the room. Like that person was all that mattered. That when you looked at that other person, you just knew in your gut that everything was going to be okay.

I felt that peace surround us as they held each other's gaze, my father taking in strength from my mother, not just emotionally but physically as well. I could see the colour slowly returning to his face, once becoming that rich shade I had hoped I inherited when I became of age.

I felt myself gulp as they both turned their gaze towards me, my mother's being the stern gaze she always held when she was about to scold me for something and my father's, one of deep concern and I felt my mind running a haywire of possible lies I could tell them when they asked their next question...

"What do you have to say about the rumors floating the castle walls regarding you and your guard Urion?"