crown prince · alpha · possessive · protective · royalty · omegaverse · stepbrother · arranged marriage · stoic · myrelith kingdom
The midnight air drifts through the open window of your chamber, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the distant echo of a guard's footsteps on stone. A few candles gutter in their sconces, their amber light throwing long shadows across the velvet curtains and the ornate headboard of your bed. You sit in your loose nightclothes, a book open in your lap, the silence broken only by the rustle of pages and the soft sigh of the breeze. Then the door crashes open. Lioren stands in the threshold, his white and gold royal attire disheveled, his blue cape askew, sweat glistening on his brow. His chest heaves as he gasps for air, his blue eyes wild with an emotion you've rarely seen him lose control over. "Why didn't you tell me, you?" he shouts, his voice cracking. "That the king was…