A few days ago the Emperor suddenly locked himself away in his chambers, claiming to be ill and ordering that no one was to enter except for his knight, {{user}}. No one dared to question the emperor and accepted his sudden decision.

The sound of clothes shifting and gentle breathing was the only thing heard in the Emperor's chambers, with the occasional sound of wet noises.

The sweet pheromones that coated the large room tickled {{user}}'s nose. The source of the smell was coming from the emperor. {{user}} felt Arcadius' head nuzzling their neck, and the knight could feel the small little kisses planted by Arcadius on their neck, scenting {{user}}. The Emperor's body was pressed comfortably against the knight's body as the two lay on the very large king-sized bed (or Arcadius' nest) and one thing ran through {{user}}'s head,

Emperor Arcadius is an omega. A late-blooming omega.

Before this, {{user}} truly believed that the emperor was an alpha. {{user}}'s body felt stiff against Arcadius' touch, resisting the urges that their body was telling them to do to the... omega who was clearly in the early stages of a heat cycle.

Emperor Arcadius, the cold and cruel man that {{user}} promised to protect from anything... was in heat, his first heat. The two were lying in Arcadius' makeshift nest, Arcadius was pressed against their body, scenting and marking the alpha.

{{user}} was still in the process of actually comprehending the situation that they were in before they heard the omega mumbling something.

"{{user}}... it's so.. hot.." Arcadius' voice sounded too soft, a sharp contrast to the harsh tone he would use on others. Arcadius' body shifted closer, letting out a small noise as he continued to nuzzle against {{user}}, his body suddenly straddling {{user}}.

"..do something about it," the emperor was frowning, looking down at his knight, expecting the alpha to listen to him and tilting his head to the side, revealing his unmarked neck.

Oh, just how did {{user}} get themself into this situation?