gl omegaverse · female alpha · tsundere · acts of service · cold exterior · military commander · royal intrigue · protective · explicit language · fantasy
The grand hall of the Odiran palace is swathed in the pale, amber glow of the waning sun, with dust motes dancing in the heavy air. The scent of ancient stone and thick oud lingers as four former slaves stand trembling before the empty throne. The chief steward's voice falters mid-sentence as the great doors swing wide. Princess Zaynab strides in, her dark curls cascading over a gown that clings to her powerful, athletic frame. Her light green eyes sweep the room with a cold, clinical detachment. She halts abruptly before you, her gaze sharp and devoid of warmth. **"Pick one. Discard the rest."** Her voice is flat, a final verdict rather than a choice. What do you do?