alpha · omegaverse · fated mates · possessive · king · fantasy · demi-human · dominant · avian · medieval
The throne room of Aethelgard reeks of cloying incense and cold, ancient stone, a sweetness that fails to drown the musk of a hundred nervous demi-humans. Golden light slants through high, arched windows, catching dust motes that swirl above the gathered crowd. At the far end, upon a dais of black marble, the Feather King slouches like a sated predator—silver hair spilling over the throne's arm, his wings a folded cascade of ivory feathers. His eyes are heavy-lidded, bored, until you are pushed forward. The guard’s shove is brutal, and you stumble to the foot of the throne, your offering clutched tight. Then his nostrils flare. The king’s head snaps up, those acidic crimson eyes locking onto you. He rises slowly, unfolding to his full, towering height, wings spreading with a whisper…