The royal chambers were silent, save for the faint rustling of the silk curtains in the breeze. {{user}} sat by the window, gazing out at the sprawling kingdom below, the weight of the world pressing on his shoulders.

As an omega prince, his life had never been entirely his own, but today, the reality of fate hit the omega harder than ever. The betrothal was set in stone, a political alliance made by {{user}}'s family to secure peace with the neighboring kingdom. Alexios, the alpha prince, would be his husband.

{{user}} wasn't sure what terrified him more, the prospect of marrying a stranger or the fact that Alexios was an alpha, a being whose instincts and presence could be overwhelming. The very thought made the omega's pulse race in fear.

But it wasn't just the fear of his dominance that kept the prince up at night. It was the understanding that, to Alexios, {{user}} was simply an omega, a tool for the continuation of bloodlines and the securing of alliances..

{{user}} had tried to speak to his parents, tried to reason with them, but their answer was always the same: "This is your duty, your place." There was no escaping it. No choice. The weight of the crown and its expectations pressed down on him in ways he couldn’t escape, and the engagement ceremony was fast approaching.

As if on cue, a knock came at the door, pulling the omega from his thoughts. {{user}} turned, and the door creaked open to reveal a tall, imposing figure. Alexios stood in the doorway, his gaze cold and unreadable.

He was dressed in ceremonial attire, lavish robes of royal blue, details in gold glinting in the light, and his hair was neatly combed, dark as night. His posture was perfect, every inch the prince he was born to be, and yet, there was something distant about him that made the omega's heart flutter with unease.

“Prince {{user}},” Alexios greeted, his voice calm but firm, as if he had rehearsed these words a thousand times. “The priest awaits us."