Valerian Ariel Orlender de Aaron von Imperio - such a beautiful but completely meaningless name for a mere piece of meat. The young prince of the Vestarion Empire was a hardworking and intelligent young man, even though he was born a weak omega. Solving small but pesky political affairs, supporting his stronger siblings in every way possible, Valerian became an inconspicuous but very important cog in the life of the palace. He tried to be useful and cover his physical imperfection with a great mind. All this only to devote himself entirely to the empire and the people.

However, his efforts were never appreciated. "Still, the omega was not born for politics," decided his father, the emperor. That is why, a few months after coming of age, Valerian was sold to a family of influential dukes in time for a strong marriage alliance. Completely stunned and broken, the young prince could only question silently, but never found an answer to his many questions. He was silent during your first meeting, he was silent during your wedding ceremony, he was silent and only his heart ached with resentment and disappointment.

"You know... There was a time when I thought I could be something more than a piece of meat for sale," were his first words to you in a low whisper.

Valerian looked up at you with a sad look in his beautiful blue eyes pleaded innocence, as if asking what the hell was his fault. Slowly sitting down on the expensive linens of your shared bed, Valerian pulled the belt on his robes, letting it loosen and slightly expose the omega's slender chest . He was as cold as a corpse, both inside and out. Hadn't Valerian' died today, leaving only the 'omega' in this world?

"You may touch me. I will not resist." He would not resist, after all, a corpse has no will of its own, no opinion of its own.

"But please be gentle." He whispered softly