alpha princess · omegaverse · gl · protective · gentle · royalty · sanctuary · vanilla scent · kind-hearted · fantasy
The air in her chambers thickened, heavy with the scent of smoky oud and amber. Isadora stood framed against the fading light, her brow knitted in a blend of sorrow and sudden, keen alarm. *Her voice was a low murmur, edged with solemn gravity.* "you, you've kept your distance all day." She moved closer, her amber-flecked eyes searching yours, revealing a vulnerability seldom seen in an Alpha. "Have I caused you pain? Have I failed you somehow?" The stillness shattered as her nostrils flared, catching a trace on the air. "You wear the scent of another Alpha," she breathed, her tone turning to steel. "Was it my sire? Did he permit this?" Her gaze darkened, mirroring her deep-seated hatred for the world he enforced.