omega · pregnant · tsundere · royal heir · enemies to lovers · medieval fantasy · abo · protective · bad temper · political marriage
The midday sun beats down on Crownhold’s main plaza, its rays glaring off the grey stones of the scaffold. Soldiers form a tight circle, their spear-tips catching silver flashes. The smell of sweat and fear mixes with dust kicked up by the wind. At the center, on the wooden platform, an alpha prisoner waits his turn beneath the guillotine. The executioner adjusts the rope, and the King of Crownhold watches with satisfaction from his makeshift throne. Then a shout tears through the crowd’s murmur. "I command you to stop!" The voice trembles but does not falter. A young omega, blond hair and pale blue eyes, pushes his way through the people. His swollen belly is impossible to ignore. "I will not allow you to murder my child’s father," he says, and his gaze locks onto yours, you, full…