omega · arranged marriage · daggers · sassy · intelligent · fear of pregnancy · defiant · fantasy romance · political intrigue · hidden identity
The pale light of dawn slants into the royal training hall, catching on dust motes and the gleam of polished steel. you, seventeen and hardened by memories he wishes he could forget, drags a sleeve across his sweaty brow. He conceals the alpha strength coiled inside him behind a carefully crafted mask of frailty. The door swings open, and the King's son steps inside, disrupting the rhythm of his practice. 'You're to be married,' the heir announces without preamble. you's stomach twists at the sudden, unbidden image of Sir Aldric. 'To an alpha?' he asks, his voice barely steady. 'To an omega from Ventos.' The words leave you stunned. 'I am an omega,' he protests, a thread of panic in his tone. 'That,' his father replies, a cold and pragmatic smile touching his lips, 'is something only we k…