Across from her, Nytherael felt like the gold shards he’d given her didn’t go to waste. Seeing her come alive as she watched the game was satisfying.

He ate his snacks, watching the hunt with disinterest. Watching beasts kill off lesser animals didn’t bring him any thrill.

The hunt was always Sseraphis’ favourite game, not his. He and Aeltharion usually accompanied him as his shards and snack holders.

They were his loyal entourage that hyped up the noise when his favourite hunter would win mote points that other beasts.

As he thought about his husbands. His eyes drifted off as he returned to that exact day.

~

"You can’t say that about Seton. He’s the vest hunter they have."

Aeltharion raised his hands in the air, accepting defeat. He smiled sweetly and pinched Sseraphis’s cheek.

"Alright, alright," he accepted. "Seton is the best. Happy?"

Sseraphis snapped his chin up in a braggy form. Then he turned his gaze over to Nytherael.

"What of you, beloved. Which hunter do you find most outstanding?"

The questio caught Nytherael off guard. His sole focus had been on the beautiful flowers Sseraphis had arranged for the hunter he was supporting. He hadn’t followed the hunt at all and had no clue who was who, in the game.

Playing it cool, he brushed Sseraphis hair and said, "Your choice is my choice."

Sseraphis smiled victoriously. He turned to Aeltharion and made faces at him, celebrating having Nytherael’s support.

"Two against one. I win."

"I already accepted defeat and admitted that Seton is the best," Aeltharion let out.

Nytherael flashed him an apologetic look and went back to the flowers. The blue flowers with a hint of glittering frozen edges were eye-catching.

He pictured the flowers in their bedroom, resting softly in the bars by the bedside table, and the scene melted his insides.

His mind began coming up with a lot of excuses that he could use to convince his husband not to give the flowers to his favourite hunter and instead let them keep it in their room.

Sseraphis had surprised him as he was leaving work and dragged him all the way to the game. It was only upon arrival that he noticed the bouquet that had been beautifully made by him.

"Nytherael, hand me some gold shards. I want to support my hunter as best as possible."

"I get that you love watching him kill a bunch of innocent animals, but why must you waste our gold?"

Sseraphis frowned. "Why do you care so much about gold? You have more than enough for our entire family to use up until ten thousand generations. Why the fuss?"

"As you you please, dear. Whatever makes you happy."

"Now you’re talking, Aelthie. Also, using the gold for Seton isn’t a waste. His hunting skills are entertaining, and I’m simply paying for the services that he’s offering."

"Uhm, sweet truth."

Sseraphis turned around and looked at him. Holding back from voting to hear what Nytherael had to say.

"Can I keep the flowers?"

"Huh?"

"The flowers. Can I have them?" He asked, pointing at the beautiful arranged flowers, making his intention clear.

"Those are for Seton!"

Nytherael put on his best puppy dog eyes and looked pleadingly at his wife. He had fallen in love with those flowers at first sight. The thought of having some stranger take them home was out of question.

"Is your favourite Hunter more important than your husband?" He asked in a husky voice.

Sseraphis felt chills crawl up his body. The goosebumps made the hair on his skin stand straight. He was completely caught unaware by Nytherael’s loving tone and soft eyes.

"Um..."

"Seton isn’t as important as you are, heartfire," Aeltherion spoke up. "You are more important than any gold shards or any hunter. And I’m sure Sseraphis feels the same way. Right, Venom?"

Sseraphis Hesitated for a second. He arranged the flowers with great intention to hand them over to his hunter after Seton wins the game.

For a moment, giving the bouquet to Nytherael felt like betraying His Idol.

"Venom?" Aeltharion was shocked by his hesitation. "Are you implying that this Hunter that you love supporting is more important than your husbands?"

Sseraphis bit his lip, feeling cornered and trapped. He didn’t want to make Nytherael feel like he wasn’t important to him, but he also wished to appreciate his idol. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Falling weak to his husbands, he bent down to the seat where he’d placed the blue roses and picked them up.

He veered over to Nytherael’s seat and went down on one knee, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red as he shyly presented the flowers to Nytherael.

"No hunter is more important than you are, my love," he said sweetly.

Nytherael had only asked for the bouquet, he didn’t expect for Sseraphis to go on his knees for him.

"Like these roses, I’ll always hold you above me and grant you the respect you deserve as my husband, mate and life partner," he declared.

Nytherael gazed into his violet-black eyes. Drowning in the poison within those compelling eyes as he stretched forth his hands to accept the flowers. His fox ears tingled with shyness as his fingers brushed against Sseraphis’ fingers.

He inhaled deeply as Aeltharion clasped his hands over theirs, looking fondly at both of them and went on to say, "May no one ever cast an evil eye on this happiness right here."

"Here, here."

"Oh, heavens, my poor heart," Nytherael cried out, completely caught unprepared by the strong showers of love from the two of them.

Being surrounded by their love after a long day at work was truly a joy. He couldn’t imagine coming home to anyone else. His happiness knew no boundaries.

All of him bloomed greatly with the warmth from his lovers. The loud noises of the arena faded away as he was enveloped in the beautiful bubble of love from his husbands.

"I love you both so much. You mean the world to me," Sseraphis confessed. "I pray that neither of you ever get the heart to break my world. Because it would break me... so much."

"Promise," he said.

"I promise too," Aeltharion added.

~

Nytherael jolted awake, regret eating up at him. He recalled the promise he once made Sseraphis, the happiness he had felt at the time and his complete home.

The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth.