the high grounds | lando norris/oscar piastri
[chapter 1/5]
“I don’t understand, Your Majesty.”
“The royal property is safe for you, Prince Oscar, and welcomes you with open arms. But it’s dangerous to have an omega walking alone here.” Oscar thinks he’s hallucinating this whole conversation. “Don’t worry, Lando is one of our best swordsmen.”
Great, he has his own soldier, chosen by the king. Just great.
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“I do understand your concerns,” he starts, remembering that he should always be careful with his speech voice. “It was not my choice to have you either.”
Lando nods, face turned down with shame. He sits far, two places away from Oscar—who pretends to read a love story. They don’t talk anymore.
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“I have to train, and you have nothing better to do, as long as I am aware.” Oscar flinches at the words, rolling his eyes. Lando did have a point.
“I am not very good with a sword.”
Lando smiles. “We can make this funnier if you need some motivation.
“Enlighten me.” Oscar maneuvers the stick from one hand to another, feeling it, studying it.
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Oscar ignored it.
Maybe it was then, in that moment where his mind felt hot, that it started. Despite everything, he didn’t notice the thing in his guts—and even if he did, he would’ve still ignored it.
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Oscar finally turns to Andrea, brain buzzing and confused.
“You can’t let him die.”
There is no Your Majesty or a proper denomination. It’s from the darkest part of his soul that Oscar speaks; it’s the boiling desperation that smothers him slowly.
