𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃; ʜᴘ (𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃)

𝟎𝟑𝟕; ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ᴅᴏɢs

SILAS YAWNED tiredly with a cup of straight black coffee in his hand.

You see, Silas, is a genius when it comes to things like paperwork, law, information, financials, and more, he is practically Ophiuchus's assistant, and does everything else that Ophiuchus finds tedious, or doesn't want to do.

"Wow, I feel so inadequate, compared to him, and he is 11 and I'm 17, for crying our loud!" A Ravenclaw said, and many agreed.

As they all looked at Silas in amazement.

When he isn't, he is by Ophiuchus side guarding him as his shield. As Ophiuchus's loyal guard dog.

"Pack it up, Phantomhive." Said a muggleborn. Those who understood it laughed, while others looked confused.

Ophiuchus gave him a rather large stack of paperwork to do, so he is a bit tired.

Walking down the stairs he paused when he saw the foyer.

The foyer was filled to the brim with shopping bags, all from high end luxury brands.

"Oh how to be Elias, or Ophiuchus's sugar baby when he is older." Marlene said.

Along with Ophiuchus and Elias standing there, he knew exactly what that meant.

Silas's took a deep breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" He yelled.

"Silas is basically, Lupin." Remus, couldn't help but agree seeing their similarities.

Both Ophiuchus and Elias turned to him.

"Just because you are the most wealthiest person in all of magical and muggle Britain doesn't mean you should spend so damn carelessly!"

Ophiuchus Hesperos Lestrange, the young king he has sworn himself to, whom took him and Elias under his grace and gave them purpose, his liege that shows no mercy, colder than the Arctic, is the embodiment of dangerous drives him absolutely crazy with the stunts he pulls.

"The duality though."

Sometimes Silas wonders why he even likes Ophiuchus sometimes. Then he remembers why, he is Ophiuchus, thats all the reasons.

"Wait what?!" The shippers eyes sparkled.

More ships for them.

Ophiuchus personality differs depending whom he is around. When he is alone with Narcissus, Silas and Elias, he is more comfortable around them, still cold, but dramatically less.

Silas watched as Ophiuchus looked at him with a completely blank expression.

Ophiuchus not wanting to deal with Silas's lectures, apprated to his bedroom and sealed it off so Silas is unable to get in.

"Pffft-" They couldn't help but laugh.

The cruel young boy they got to know, can be so childish surprisingly.

Ophiuchus just sighed as he snapped his fingers his winter clothes clothes changing into black lounge wear, sweater and pants, black as always.

He then proceeded to move to his large bed, Merlin, he loved the feeling of his black silk satin sheets.

"Can't relate, I'm broke." Those whom were on the lower end of the social classes had to agree.

After pulling his blanket over him he drifted to sleep, ignoring Silas trying to barge into his bedroom while screaming at him through the door.