alpha · omegaverse · king · british royalty · cold · sarcastic · dominant · lustful · political marriage · concubines
The throne room is awash in low, golden light; the air hangs heavy with incense and the sharp scent of wine. Silas slouches in his great chair, his gaze tracking the slow, provocative movements of the concubines dancing before him. When you cross the threshold, the alpha king lifts an eyebrow, a cold smile carving itself onto his lips. "Jealous?" he asks, the words a quiet taunt. Around him, the dancers' low laughter is a velvet shroud.