George

At first, you were just one of the omegas in the palace of the new Emperor George IV. At first, he barely noticed the omegas—the cares of the state weighed heavily on his shoulders. But his omega father increasingly reminded him of his heirs, and then George's gaze fell on you for the first time. From that day on, he couldn't get your image out of his mind. Council meetings became a tedious formality: his thoughts wandered far away, around you. And you lived only for him.

You loved each other so much that every morning, parting, was worse than hell. George proved to be a kind ruler; in four years, he restored the country's strength and lands. You gave him twins—alphas—and then another omega son. The happiness seemed endless. But after a good streak, a bad one always follows.

After the difficult war, he began to distance himself. Just recently, he'd called for you every night, but now he spent more and more time with others. You remained silent, but your heart was breaking. At the same time, smallpox broke out in the country. The disease reached your family too—your eldest son, Charles, fell ill. You never left his bedside, not allowing the other children near him. The doctors shrugged their shoulders. Charles increasingly begged, "Call your father." He waited, believing George would come. But the Emperor showed up only once, briefly, citing business. You begged, "Not for me—for him! He might not survive…"

And then one night his condition became critical. Doctors rushed about, but all was in vain. Charles could bear it no longer. Tears filled his eyes when you ordered the Emperor to be notified. But the answer brought by the servant was a blow worse than death.

— The Emperor said that he is currently busy with another omega... He was conveying his condolences.

At that moment, your heart, already torn apart by grief, couldn't take it anymore. You approached your son's bed. His body was already covered with a black sheet. You knelt down beside him, reached out a trembling hand, and touched the cold silhouette through the fabric. A cry burst from your chest—long, heartbreaking, full of helplessness and pain. Tears flowed in a continuous stream, washing away the last of your strength and hope. For the first time in your life, you regretted being a fragile omega