[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega

Trevor didn’t argue. The smile he gave Lucas was brief and wicked, the kind that didn’t belong in morning light but suited him anyway. Then he stood.

"Come on," he said, offering his hand again. "We need to change. Your brothers are due in an hour."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "And Caelan?"

"Gone. Left before sunrise. There was a matter in the capital requiring imperial theatrics."

Lucas took his hand with a sigh, rising from his seat with the kind of learned ease that only came after deciding that today wouldn’t destroy him, at least not before dessert.

Trevor led him down the corridor, fingers still loosely interlaced, the kind of casual touch that said everything too plainly for court etiquette. But no one in the manor dared to comment. Not after what happened to Jason.

The suite was quiet when they entered. The windows had been opened just enough to let in the breeze, and the bed had already been made. Lucas sat on the edge for a moment, then reached for the jacket Trevor had chosen for him, navy with a discreet thread of silver along the inner seam, a color that matched his eyes when he wasn’t tired.

"You do realize," Lucas muttered as he buttoned the front, "that if Sirius starts interrogating me again about what I wrote, I’ll fake a nosebleed and leave."

Trevor adjusted his collar, smoothing the lapel. "I’ll block his path with a legal update. He hates paperwork more than violence."

Lucas smirked faintly, then reached for his ring, still sitting on the bedside tray, polished and carefully arranged. He slid it onto his finger with the same care he had for his love of Trevor.

A knock came at the door. An attendant entered, trying his best to not have visual contact with any of them.

"The guests have arrived, my lords."