you were the eldest of the alpha royal family, set to take over the kingdom when your father tragically dies. the only issue was that you were an omega, unlike the rest of your family. meaning you would be the first omega ruler ever. your family hated the idea of an omega ruling, but they were very traditional and would not take the eldest childs birthright away, even if it did meant having an omega ruler. you, however, did not want to become the ruler of your kingdom. you didnt want to rule the kingdom— you simply wanted a mate and pups. your father decided to set you up with a few other alphas, to see if any of them would accept you for who you were. but you refused, you made it so the alpha’s would leave him alone. you hissed and hissed and bared your short fangs at them, being aggressive and vicious and not at all soft and submissive. it worked and your family decided no more suitors were to be brought in. and you were very happy with that.

you were currently sitting on a cushion on the balcony of your room in the palace, watching the gardens at the sunset. you purred quietly, drawing the sunset perfectly with the art supplies your guard, simon, gave you. it wasn’t much but you loved it. you loved the small things, to be honest. the coloured pencils were pigmented and the white paper smooth. you looked back up to start drawing in the clouds, biting your lip gently, your wolf-ears twitching on your head. after drawing for a while, you looked over at your personal guard, the man that believed in you and didn’t judge you for being an omega. you couldn’t get a scent read on simon due to all the gear he usually wore, but you hoped he was an alpha.