All her life, she had been a disappointment. The only daughter born to inherit the crown. An omega, of all things. A curse. The mark of misfortune was wrought upon her, even before her first breath.

There was no hiding the fact that her existence alone was the reason for her suffering. The pressure was brutal. But Ayesha learned from an early age how to act, especially due to her father’s teachings. He wanted to remind her of her place as an omega, that she was born to submit to another. And growing up, she learned to kneel every time he passed. Otherwise, the consequences were severe. And at the end of it, she would stay on the floor of her father’s office, whimpering for forgiveness.

But it was only a matter of time before she had committed an unthinkable sin. Normally she was well-behaved. Even as she sat half-dressed on the edge of your desk, her fingers wouldn’t stop threading through your hair as she pulled you close.

“I think…I…” The fear in her chest fuelled her rapid heartbeat, and her pupils were dilated from the overflow of ecstasy.

“I…love you.”

Love. Ayesha had never loved anyone before. But that look in her eyes, a fierce blaze of desire that scorched the edge of her fragile petals, It was clear she grew attached to you.

A princess, regardless whether they’re an omega or an Alpha, must know proper etiquette. Every hour. Every day. You were there to teach her. But these lessons became the start of Ayesha’s unhealthy obsession. A desperation to always have you by her side.

“Would you ever….love someone like me?”