The Original Character Lives in the Fanfic World

"Hey, are you okay?"

Kastiel's voice was laced with an unusual amount of sympathy, a tone he rarely ever displayed towards Rowan. The latter had covered his face with both hands, still struggling to come to terms with what Alaric was revealing.

Alaric continued speaking for almost half an hour, every word causing question marks to fill Rowan's mind.

A gentle pat on the back snapped him out of his daze, and Kastiel chuckled awkwardly at his childhood rival.

"I understand how you feel, it's frustrating for His Highness and me too." Kastiel said consolingly.

Rowan finally removed both hands from his face and looked directly at Carlton, but then quickly turned towards Alaric and Kastiel in turn.

"Is it truly believable, for both Your Highness and yourself?" he asked hesitantly.

Alaric smiled understandingly and seemed to have pondered Rowan's question from the very beginning, even though he didn't have an answer in his mind.

"Honestly, no. Carlton's personality has changed too much and doesn't seem like him at all. Instead of thinking that this is him from the future, I think there may be something wrong with his brain... Ouch!" Alaric winced as Carlton tightened his grip on Alaric's arms, refusing to accept what was being said about him.

Despite the pain, Alaric continued speaking, unwilling to back down in front of the man who claimed to be his future spouse. Kastiel watched on with concern but remained silent, not wanting to escalate things any further.

"In addition to the issue of personality, there's also the matter of marriage and pregnancy," Alaric spoke calmly, trying not to let Carlton's behavior rattle him.

"While marriage may still be understandable, a pregnant man is something that has never happened before. Not to mention we've never heard of a fruit called... uh... Wombata Childbearer Papaberry..." Alaric struggled over the ridiculous name.

"Therefore," Alaric continued after clearing his throat, "there's a possibility that Carlton's brain has some kind of problem causing him to imagine that we're married and have children, while believing himself from 11 years in the future."

"Husband! I told you that fruit really exists!" Carlton protested, refusing to accept that everything he said was just imaginary. "Do we need to make an eighth child now to prove it?"

Alaric blushed and stuttered, feeling uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. "O-of course not! And it's not like making babies is as easy as just getting pregnant right away!"

Carlton, on the other hand, was fierce and unyielding in his response. "We're pretty fertile! Our first child, Malcolm, was also the result of our first night!"

Kastiel thought he was immune to this conversation but found himself smiling with blood trickling from his bitten tongue. It seemed like today alone he'd already bitten it too many times.

As for Rowan, his soul felt like it was slowly leaving his body. As someone who spent every day with Carlton from morning till night, Rowan knew him better than anyone else in that room. Carlton had always been cold and stoic, rarely ever speaking more than necessary.

But this person in front of them was completely different, and Rowan found himself speechless. Carlton had always been a man with high self-esteem, never wanting to appear weak or vulnerable in any way. And yet here he was, talking about getting pregnant like it was the most natural thing in the world. It felt like Rowan was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

"Carlton... do you have any other ideas to prove your words besides this?" Alaric turned his flushed face away, feeling awkward looking at Carlton's determined expression.

"If I get pregnant, won't that prove everything I've been saying is true? Why can't you all just accept what I'm telling you?" Carlton replied fiercely, unwilling to back down.

"Your grace, we simply cannot accept it!" Kastiel interjected loudly.

He still couldn't wrap his head around anything Carlton was saying. If it were true - the accusations of liking His Highness and attempting to poison his child, composing lewd poetry about 'plump asses', nearly being executed, eating a fruit to become pregnant and then having sex with Rowan, giving birth to three children - Kastiel couldn't fathom how terrible his future would be!

None of those things seemed like something he'd ever do! He'd rather be accused of dancing naked while drunk in front of the emperor, or being a person who married a 60-year-old grandmother than any of those things Carlton mentioned!

Carlton's face twisted into a sullen expression as he processed Kastiel's rejection. He couldn't help but lash out, his words dripping with sarcasm.

"Why?" Carlton sneered. "Is it because you're afraid of showing your true self in the future?"

"No!" Kastiel retorted fiercely, unwilling and unable to accept the future that Carlton was describing. "I can assure you, I will never have feelings for His Highness," he stated firmly. "I prefer soft and big-breasted people... and I...I couldn't possibly have sex with Rowan, his body is too big and hard!"

Kastiel continued explaining why he would never do anything Carlton accused him of. The more he spoke, the more vulgar it felt in front of his prince. He stuttered as embarrassment flooded through him.

"Let me make this clear," Kastiel continued resolutely. "I wouldn't be attracted to someone who didn't have big breasts like...like... man! That's why...." He struggled to find the right words but eventually gave up and reached out to grab Rowan's chest to demonstrate his words.

"See? I'm not interested in a man's chest..."

His words trailed off as he was suddenly stunned by the sensation of softness in his hand. Rowan's tall, muscular body had always seemed hard to Kastiel, including his chest. But now, he felt a big and soft sensation that made him think he was holding a woman's breast.

Kastiel's mind was foggy with desire as he subconsciously raised his other hand to grasp Rowan's other chest. The feeling of softness under his hands was addictive, and he squeezed harder with both hands, lost in the sensation.

Rowan was initially shocked when Kastiel touched him and felt an intense heat spread across his face. Panic set in when he saw Kastiel drooling while staring intently at his chest. Desperate to get away from the situation, he quickly shifted away from Kastiel and covered his chest protectively with his hands.

"What are you doing?!!!" he cried out in alarm.

Kastiel seemed to snap out of it upon hearing Rowan's panicked voice. He looked at the man who now appeared like a maiden who had just been touched by a pervert. Red-faced and teary-eyed, Rowan's discomfort was evident. Kastiel himself was confused about his actions, his hands seemingly having a mind of their own.

"Huh? What did I do?" Kastiel looked confused, trying to make sense of his own actions.

Even Alaric and Carlton were stunned to see the scene unfold before them. Carlton couldn't help but snort in amusement at the situation, turning to Alaric with a smirk.

"Husband, it seems like Kastiel may not like men or their chests as he claims. He's definitely addicted to squeezing Rowan's chest though."

"No! That's not true! I..." Kastiel's voice faltered as he looked up at Alaric, who was staring back at him with a face that was hard to read. Then his gaze flickered down to Rowan's chest, and Kastiel couldn't help but gulp nervously.

Rowan's face flushed even deeper when he saw the lustful look in Kastiel's eyes. He felt like a deer caught in headlights - panicked and vulnerable, yet unable to look away from Kastiel.

"Stop looking at me like a pervert!!!" Rowan finally snapped, fed up with Kastiel's blatant ogling.

It was only then that Kastiel realized what he had been doing and gasped in horror. He couldn't bear to look anyone else in the room after realizing how inappropriate his behavior had been.

Just as things were getting awkwardly tense between them all, there was a sudden knock on the door, and the voice of Tristan, Alaric's personal aide, could be heard from behind it.

"Your highness, it is time for the council meeting to begin," he announced.

Moments later, the door to the study room swung open. Kastiel collided with Tristan on his way out in a flustered state. Overwhelmed by a whirlwind of emotions, he burst into tears and fled down the hallway without looking back. Tristan caught his words before he disappeared: "I'm not a pervert, but why is the softness of his chest so good... huhu..."

Rowan emerged next with an equally flushed face, clutching at his chest like he had been harassed. Finally, Alaric appeared with a blank expression on his face while Carlton clung onto him tightly like an overgrown koala bear.

Tristan couldn't help but feeling as if the door that had opened wasn't just to a study room, but to a Pandora's box. He stood there in silence, taking in the scene before him with a mix of shock and amusement.