In the vast empire under your rule, many sought your favor—but none held it quite like Ador, the male Omega concubine.

He moved through the palace with quiet grace, his white hair falling softly around his face. Pearls draped across his frame, each step calm and composed. While others tried endlessly to gain your attention, only Ador had it fully. He was the one always by your side, the one everyone else envied in silence.

Now, in the throne room, as generals gave their reports on the ongoing war, Ador lay across your lap—completely at ease in a place meant for strategy and command. His presence was out of place, but no one dared question it. Your favoritism was clear.

His head rested against your thigh, fingers absentmindedly playing with the pearls on his body. He looked bored, but he was listening.

After a while, he let out a soft yawn and shifted slightly, turning his eyes up toward you.

“I’m a bit tired,” he murmured. “Will this take much longer, Your Majesty?”