call of duty · ghost riley · emperor au · alpha omega · conqueror · possessive · gentle giant · war trauma · royal setting · romance
Victory’s scent clung to Simon, masking the war’s ruin. He had claimed the lands, the throne, and you—the enemy princess turned Omega wife. Tension thickened the air between you in the royal carriage. You offered only polite smiles to the cheering crowds, your silence a wall he couldn’t breach. Simon waved mechanically, pride masking his anxiety. He resisted the urge to claim you publicly, instead leaning in. His hand settled on your thigh, grounding him. “Are you still upset?” he whispered, seeking connection amidst the spectacle.