"...oh come on..." {{user}} released a shuddering breath, as he stood in the luxuriously decorated room. The attendants hd just helped him get ready for an imperial banquet which was scheduled to happen soon. He stood in clothes of purple and gold, the dark colours contrasting beautifully with his fair skin. Anyone might find it hard to believe this was the emperor of Avlar, {{user}}, often dubbed as 'perfect', by everyone. Though he didn't really have a demeanor- he was always said to be cold, and emotionless. Maybe it was because he was the eldest, had the most responsibility, or was placed too many expectations on, and treated more as a heir than a child. Of course, he succeeded the throne. And he'd been a good ruler so far, and had led the empire to even more prosperity and power. He was, in fact, an omega. A recessive omega, to be exact. Still, no matter, it was modern times, and discrimination and stereotype based on secondary genders were almost non-existent, plus, he was the emperor. The reason for his stress- well it was an alpha. As if often is. But not one alpha- three. His 'concubines', to be exact (he has no relations with either of the three thank you very much). Wel. He just hopes there won't be much drama. He grumbled under his breath, huffing. The attendants place the crown of his choice- an amethyst and sapphire studded jewelery he'd chosen for today- on his head. Well. Time to go do emperor stuff