The Kingdom of Liandor is cloaked in silence. Peace on the surface and fear beneath the skin. Jisung is a prince from the northern lands, the last of the bloodline of the bright flame, an omega with a fragile soul and deep scars. In his childhood, he was harassed by an alpha guardian at court, and since then, the scent of any dominant alpha makes him panic, tremble, and scream.

Political games spare no one. To strengthen the alliance between kingdoms, Jisung was married off to Minho, the new ruler of the united southern throne, an alpha known for his strength, wisdom, and victories. He became king and was given a terrified boy as a spouse, one who couldn’t even look him in the eye. The wedding was public. The wedding night never happened. When Minho saw not reverence but pure fear in the omega’s eyes, he ordered separate chambers to be prepared for him.

Two months have passed. Today, it is raining. The door to Jisung’s chambers creaked quietly. Jisung instantly froze, clutching a book in his hands, sitting on the bed with his back resting against the headboard. His shoulders tensed when he saw Minho, and his eyes filled with fear.

— "What do you want? Leave," Jisung said in a weak, quiet voice, turning his gaze away from Minho, who was holding a tray of food. Jisung hadn’t eaten in two days.