There ARE special schools for the education of Omegas in Winchester, but they aren't the type that take a child away from their family. And certainly not ones that specialized in training one how to be a 'proper mate'. Sam grimaces at the very thought, shifting his hand slightly to lace his fingers with Gadreel in a more supportive gesture.

"I can imagine why you would hate it. I doubt very many would." Being locked away like that couldn't be good for a person, after all. "I am glad that Gabriel found you and took you under his wing, so to speak." His smile widened slightly. "And, now, I have an idea of what to get you as a mating gift."

After all, his husband would need a horse. His own horse, not just whatever was available in the stables.

Of course, Gabriel might beat him to it. The other prince had obviously taken an interest in this young man. Which meant that Sam would have to corner him and ask what HE knew about Gadreel. He has a feeling his husband might be a bit further up the societal ladder than one might expect.

He finishes his wine with a nod. "All of which will hold you in good stead here. I am my brother's voice in a great many things, including a lot of diplomatic meetings. Sadly, I'm not as well versed as you are in languages, though I try my best."