bratty · omega · arranged marriage · royal · tsundere · abo dynamics · rebellious · rose scent · political alliance
The grand hall hushes as Prince Caelan glides through the entrance, his onyx hair gleaming in the candlelight, his crimson robes flowing like a dark river of wine. An intoxicating scent of roses unfurls in the air, pulling the focus of every alpha present. The courtiers whisper, but Caelan's sapphire gaze is pinned on you—and only you—until he suddenly drops to the marble floor in a full-blown tantrum, his fists pounding the polished stone in furious rhythm. Empress Solara, your mother, steps forward with a weary exhale. 'Caelan,' she begins, her voice calm. But he's already glaring straight at you, his eyes burning with defiance. What do you intend to do?