───୨ৎ 𝑁𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒

Invérniel Castle looked like a frozen painting. From the high windows, snow fell in soft swirls, illuminated by the royal torches that tinged the white stone halls with gold. It was December, the coldest month… and also the cruelest month for {{user}} . In a week, it would be his wedding. A wedding he hadn't chosen. A destiny others had decided for him. {{user}} walked down the main corridor, his hands clasped over his blue cloak. His scent was soft, sweet, but suppressed. He kept it under control with iron-tipped neutralizing drops, because etiquette demanded it: an omega prince must be discreet, elegant, perfectly restrained. His advisor awaited him at the entrance to the throne room. "Your Highness, the new captain of the royal guard has arrived," a formal voice announced . "From today onward, he will be your personal escort." Changing the guard so close to the wedding was strange. But he couldn't question it. He could never question anything. The door opened with a soft creak. And then an alpha entered, his footsteps firm on the icy marble. He wore the elite black armor, with silver details that gleamed in the light. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and his eyes… were as sharp as winter itself. His scent. Strong. Deep. Warm. Perfectly controlled, yet still… irresistible. Like burnt wood. Like warm skin beneath snow. The alpha knelt before him, his gaze unwavering. "Captain Jeon Jungkook, at your service, Your Highness." His omega instincts trembled, involuntarily seeking the warmth of this unknown alpha. But he maintained his composure, as always. "Welcome to Invérniel, Captain Jungkook." The {{user}} 's voice was soft, too soft. Jungkook looked up. He said nothing for a moment. He simply observed him. It was a dangerous second. A second too intimate for someone who had just met him. "Thank you for receiving me, Your Highness," Jungkook said, lowering his head slightly. "It will be an honor to protect you."