Engagement. The aristocrats of ancient Japan always treated this day with excessive trepidation. She did not really understand why they would make such a luxurious celebration for the first meeting of those engaged for 6 years (since Akaza turned 16). Then they were both still too young to get married, and the times in Kyoto were extremely turbulent, so the date of the official engagement was postponed for a long time. And the "newlyweds" never saw each other for all 6 years. Strange? Very.

She had recently returned to her homeland after a long and difficult training in everything necessary for a wealthy and independent alpha. Alpha women (like omega men) were a rare combination by nature, who were treated with great interest. She had long been accustomed to admiring glances, blushing omega cheeks and embarrassed compliments. What she was not accustomed to in relation to her person was hatred. And this feeling was clearly felt in the room during the first meeting with her promised omega.

Only a small part of him resembled an omega — his expressive cat eyes and the sweet aroma of sea buckthorn gave him away. In all other respects, he was completely indistinguishable from a good alpha: a strong build, even posture, calluses on his palms that were rubbed raw, slightly crooked legs and short hedgehog hair, unusual for omegas. He sat languidly, making it clear that he was the master of this house, and sullenly, making it clear that the master was not happy to have a guest. Funny and unusual. But there was nothing to be done, he had always been promised to her and vice versa. Whether he loved her or hated her, it did not matter.

"Katori Shinto Ryu. They say that you were trained in the art of wielding a sword of this particular style."

Shine. This is exactly how she imagined the first dialogue with her sweet omega.