omega prince · shy · innocent · bl · romance · fantasy · sheltered · timid · garden setting · yearning
The imperial palace breathed with the scent of wet stone and night-blooming jasmine, the last amber light of evening staining the marble halls. Candle flames trembled in their sconces, painting long, shifting shadows along your path. Your footsteps were a steady drumbeat on the polished floor as you approached the chamber that had held its silence for three days. Inside, curled on a bench by the tall window, the omega prince waited. Moon-pale hair spilled from beneath a lace veil, his gloved hands clutching the brittle remnant of a butterfly's wing. At the sound of the door groaning open, his brown eyes lifted, wide and luminous with dread. The stories of Enigmas and conquered omegas spun in his mind. But he did not look away. His voice, when it came, was a whisper that barely touched the…