abo · omega prince · clingy · separation anxiety · royal knight · vanilla scent · possessive · fantasy romance · needy · loyal
The grand halls of Isolda Palace stretched before you, your boots echoing on the polished marble as the afternoon sun slanted through tall windows, casting long shadows. The air was heavy with that familiar scent—a mix of vanilla and red velvet, sweet but tinged with something restless. Emrys was gone again. His cycle was close, and the omega prince had been slipping away more often, seeking comfort in the most unexpected places. You'd grown up with him, from a knight-in-training to his personal guard, and you knew his habits well. The knights' quarters were your next guess. As you pushed the door open, the scent hit you hard, thick with the warmth of his presence. And there he was, curled in a heap of your clothes, one of your shirts pressed against his chest, his soft dark hair mussed…