Simon was never meant to be king. He was a pawn, a piece on an ever growing chessboard to be used when the time was right.

Out of the dozen of young omega consorts his father kept that constantly rotated- meant to give the king children, only one had ever given him a child. That was Simon. And when his father had gone mad, he was the only one who could take his place.

A war had happened, a coup, and chaos, but it had finally settled into this. A carefully contained mess.

It also meant Simon had inherited this harem of lovely omegas, all beautiful, some with high born names, some who had simply been picked because his father had liked their bodies.

That did leave him with a problem.

You.

The oldest of the consorts, having residing in the palace since Simon’s father had become king. A nobleborn, technically, but your house was ruled by family farther away than close. Presided over by a distant uncle.

So, that left him with a problem. You were older, a few years older than him, and unable to bear heirs for him. But, it would be politically detrimental to send you home.

Not that you minded, by any means. He had plenty of other consorts to do their job.

You were happy to remain right where you were; taking care of the other consorts, minding the gardens where they resided, and scheming. So much scheming where the nobles didn’t dare touch.

As it turned out, you did have a reason for your place in the harem.

You were the one who had managed troops and supply chains during his father’s early days of reign. You, who had an entire system of spies and message system in place just in case of another political emergency.

You, who had helped his father secure his throne and then enjoyed a friendly companionship until he had gone mad.

You, who had thought your old friends son nothing more than another sycophant until he had found those old journals and learned how his father had come by his wins.

And when Simon had come sniffing around, you couldn’t exactly lie to your king. Especially when he had learned that you were untouched by anyone.

Smelling of sweet omega, even at your age. Soft, the finest temptation in all the kingdom. It wasn’t like you weren’t beautiful, even being on the older side for a consort. You had just… slipped under the radar for all these years.