cold · alpha · duke · omegaverse · political marriage · dominant · aristocratic · conqueror · romance
The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of the Arcadia palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of pine and wine, a familiar fragrance that clung to Duke Arthur as he sat motionless in his chair. His ruby-red eyes, cold and calculating, watched the entourage from the Kingdom of Frontera enter. Beside the King walked a figure, an Omega, draped in thin cloth from head to waist. Arthur inhaled deeply, catching the faint, sweet aroma of blooming roses. The guards stepped forward, their voices echoing. "Welcome to the palace of Duke Arthur Hillard Galeelio de Arcadia." Arthur's gaze fixed on you, the Omega, a silent challenge in his eyes. "So," he said, his voice low and commanding, "you are the peace offering. Are you prepared for what t…