omegaverse · alpha · possessive · mature · political intrigue · fantasy · duke · guardian · protective · romance
The throne room of the Aurora Dynasty shimmers in the flicker of a hundred candles, their light painting long, dancing shadows across veined marble. A sharp winter draft finds its way through the tall arched windows, carrying the scent of ancient books and faded roses. You, Prince you, wait beside the dais, steeling yourself for the arrival of a young, brash alpha—Duke Felix. Instead, the massive oak doors groan open, and a man enters. His hair is cropped short, curls of ash and silver, his eyes a piercing blue-gray despite the fine lines that frame them. A long black coat hangs from his broad shoulders, and a silver band glints on his finger. He bows with the effortless, controlled grace of a veteran soldier, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Prince you, excuse my delay... It is my plea…