Not Yours (BL)

Jonathan stepped into the dining hall, his gaze falling upon William, who sat elegantly at the head of the table. The air in the room was thick with an unspoken authority that made Jonathan instinctively hesitate.

"Sit," William ordered without looking up.

Jonathan obeyed, settling into the chair across from him. A maid moved swiftly, placing dishes before them. Jonathan swallowed hard, his nerves tightening as he picked up his utensils.

"You should come with me to the tea party," William said suddenly, his voice calm but firm.

Jonathan's hands paused. "M-My Lord, but I can't—"

"You will," William interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "You've never attended any tea parties before. That changes now."

Jonathan lowered his gaze, knowing resistance was futile.

"Eat your meal," William instructed before turning to the maid. "Prepare Jonathan's attire for the tea party."

The maid bowed. "Understood, My Lord. I'll have everything ready."

Jonathan could only sigh in defeat, his appetite fading despite the exquisite meal before him.

A moment later, they stood up and walked their separate ways. Jonathan left to begin his work, while William headed to his office.

Upon entering, William's gaze fell on the towering stack of files piled on his desk. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. Why am I even in politics? he wondered.

He sat down and began sorting through the files one by one. Suddenly, his eyes caught sight of a different-looking file. His fingers instinctively reached for it, and as he flipped it open, his mind raced.

A message from the Crown Prince...?

His grip tightened on the file as a troubling thought surfaced. If Walter is the one leaking royal and government secrets... Father will have him executed.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his head in frustration. What should I do?

He glanced at the clock on the wall. 2 PM.

 I should get ready for the tea party.

William walked out of the office, the sound of hushed voices catching his attention as a few maids stood nearby, chatting.

"Hey, did you hear? Lord William has been... sleeping with Jonathan," one of the maids whispered, her voice filled with shock.

"With Jonathan? What a creep," another one added.

Hearing his name, William approached them, his gaze icy and commanding. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but dangerous.

The maids froze, their faces paling as they stuttered, "We were just... we didn't mean..."

William's eyes narrowed. "If you don't want to lose your jobs, I suggest you get back to work."

"Yes, Lord William! We're so sorry," they quickly apologized, hastily walking away.

William's expression returned to normal as he walked into the room. His suit had already been prepared, neatly laid out. He picked up a glass of water and took a sip just as a knock sounded at the door.

Jonathan entered, already dressed and looking well-prepared. Without a word, he stepped closer and began adjusting William's clothes, making sure everything was in place.

"You look good," William remarked, his gaze lingering on Jonathan.

"Oh, thanks," Jonathan replied, a bit flustered.

William placed a hand gently on Jonathan's back. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Jonathan flinched slightly, stepping back as his face turned red. "No, I'm fine," he said quickly.

William smirked. "You get shy so easily… how cute."

Jonathan cleared his throat, trying to regain composure. "Hmph… You say things like that so casually," he muttered.

Ignoring his embarrassment, he focused on adjusting William's collar before carefully tying his necktie, his fingers slightly trembling from the lingering warmth of William's touch.

A knock on the door echoed through the room before the maid entered. "My lord, the carriage is ready," she announced.

William nodded. "Alright, I'm ready." He stepped forward, taking Jonathan's hand, and led him toward the carriage.

As Jonathan was about to take a seat across from him, William interrupted. "Don't sit in front of me. Sit beside me."

"Yes, my lord," Jonathan replied obediently, settling close to him.

With a brief command, William signaled the coachman. "Let's go."

The carriage departed toward the tea party.

Jonathan sat quietly, his hands resting in his lap. William reached over, placing a hand on Jonathan's lap and gently rubbing it. "You never talk," he remarked.

Jonathan glanced at him. "Oh, no, I just—"

William sighed. "You don't know how to talk, but I think you were quite talkative as a child, weren't you?"

Jonathan hesitated before responding. "I don't remember anything about the past. I only know that I am your house butler."

William took his hand, lacing their fingers together. "Try to remember tonight, okay?"

Jonathan nodded. "Okay, I will try."

As the maids busied themselves with their tasks, one of them quietly slipped into William's office. Her eyes darted around, ensuring no one was watching before she approached the desk. With careful fingers, she flipped through the neatly stacked files until one caught her attention.

"This file is different… Could it be a coded message from the Crown Prince?" she murmured under her breath.

Curiosity got the best of her, and she slowly opened the file. The moment her eyes landed on the first page, she froze.

"You are caught now."

The words were boldly written across the paper, sending a chill down her spine.

Before she could react, a deep voice resonated behind her.

"So, you're the one leaking information."

Her breath hitched. She turned stiffly, fear gripping her as she faced the man standing behind her. His piercing gaze held no mercy.

She was caught.