CHAPTER 118: CASPIAN’S VISIT!

The night before Caspian visited the brothel, he lay stretched across his wide bed in the royal palace, one hand propped behind his head, the other holding the small black card above his face. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, the sharp planes of his features softening as he studied the card under the flickering candlelight.

The black card glinted faintly, elegant and simple yet carrying a weight that made his pulse quicken. It was Rin’s invitation, a silent permission that said, ’You’re allowed to come to me.’

Caspian’s heart beat faster the longer he stared at it. His thoughts drifted to the little omega’s veiled face, the mask and careful walls Rin had built around himself. He hadn’t seen Rin’s true face yet, but that intoxicating scent... sweet, sharp, and utterly unforgettable... haunted him. It lingered in his mind every night since their encounter at the Vortellion estate, clawing at his thoughts, pulling him toward the mysterious Golden Goose.

’Tonight,’ he thought, his smile widening. ’Tonight, I’ll go. I’ll finally see what he’s hiding behind that mask.’

He laughed softly to himself, his brown eyes glinting with something dark, almost possessive.

"Maybe I’ll bring him straight to my harem," he murmured, his voice low in the quiet room. "Lock him in so no one else will ever touch him again. I’ll make him beg only for me."

But the thought faded as quickly as it came. Caspian sighed, dragging a hand down his face, his fingers lingering over his jaw. No. I can’t.

If he moved too quickly, he might scare Rin away, and that was the last thing he wanted. Rin was different from the other Omegas he had seen. He was sharp, defiant, not like the others who melted under his charm. He’d have to be patient, play the game carefully.

Still, his fingers tightened around the black card, his chest rising and falling as a dangerous idea crossed his mind.

’What if, after spending the night with Rin, I carry his scent straight to the Vortellion estate? Let them suffer. Let them choke on jealousy knowing Rin belongs to me.’

The thought sent a thrill through him, his smile turning predatory. He could imagine Evan’s cold mask cracking, Lucien’s stoic facade breaking, Julian’s rage boiling over. It would be delicious. He doesn’t have much information about the kind of relationship Rin has with the Vortellion but he was sure they had no idea that the famous golden goose was Rin. Maybe Lucien knew already but doesn’t wish to reveal it to keep Rin safe... He doesn’t care. He never liked the Vortellions after all.

But then he hesitated, his smile fading. Tomorrow would be the perfect time to meet Rin. He would spend the whole day with him, maybe even the night.

He would pound into Rin all day and night till his moans echoed through the whole brothel. Till his hole gets swollen. A lot of nasty thoughts went through his head... ones that made his cheeks flush and his grip on the card tightened further. He shook his head, forcing the thoughts away. Patience. He needed patience.

By morning, Caspian’s decision was made. He bathed in perfumed oils, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood clinging to his skin, and dressed in his finest silks... a deep burgundy tunic with gold embroidery, tailored to show off his broad shoulders and muscular frame.

He stepped into his gleaming white carriage, the royal crest glinting under the morning sun, and the horses carried him swiftly through the capital’s bustling streets, straight toward the brothel.

But the moment he arrived, he was greeted with words that hit him like a slap. "Young master Rin... is out on a date," one of the attendants stammered nervously, their eyes darting away, unable to meet the prince’s piercing gaze.

Caspian’s face darkened instantly, his smile vanishing. "Repeat that..." His tone was sharp, demanding, cutting through the air like a blade.

No one answered. The entrance hall grew heavy with silence, the attendants frozen under his stare, the air thick with tension.

"Did you just say Rin is out on a date?" His voice dropped, laced with warning, each word deliberate. "Who is he with?"

Still, no one spoke. They lowered their eyes, avoiding his burning gaze, their hands fidgeting nervously.

Caspian’s jaw clenched, his smile thin and dangerous. A date? The word burned in his mind, igniting a spark of anger he hadn’t expected. His chest ached with a mix of frustration and something sharper—jealousy. How dare someone steal Rin’s time? My Rin. The thought of another man touching him, laughing with him, made his hands itch to grab something—or someone.

He wanted to stay, to wait for Rin, to demand answers, but he knew he couldn’t. The brothel was protected, and forcing his way in would only backfire, drawing attention and possibly ruining his relationship with Rin. He couldn’t risk that.

Finally, he let out a long breath, his shoulders relaxing though his eyes still burned with frustration. "Fine. I’ll return tomorrow."

He turned sharply, his cloak sweeping behind him as he strode out. Lirien stood at the door, her pipe trailing crimson smoke, her lips curved into a faint, mocking smile. She raised a delicate hand in a wave. "We’ll be expecting you, Your Highness," she said, her voice honey-sweet but her crimson eyes sharp with defiance.

Caspian gave her one last look, his expression unreadable, before stepping into his carriage. The horses pulled away, the wheels rattling against the cobblestone street.

The moment his carriage vanished from sight, the brothel exhaled in relief. The attendants whispered among themselves, their voices low and nervous. "Why would the Crown Prince come here for Rin?" one asked, glancing toward the door.

"Rin’s becoming too popular," another muttered, worry creasing their brow. "I just hope he’ll be safe. He’s our saviour, after all."

Lirien puffed smoke from her pipe, her crimson lips curving faintly. She didn’t like the Crown Prince or the rumours that followed him... tales of his harem, his possessive nature, his ruthless ambition. But her confidence in Rin was unshakable.

"That boy can handle himself," she murmured, turning back inside, her smoke trailing behind her like a warning.