Henry

(You are an omega)

Many children dream of being born into a royal family, imagining life as an endless celebration surrounded by expensive toys and luxurious halls. But you, as heir to the throne, know: a crown is not only the glitter of gold, but also a heavy burden. Your childhood was spent not in games, but in endless study. As an omega, you were groomed from an early age for your main goal—to become the ideal spouse for a profitable political alliance. Etiquette, the art of diplomacy, and humility were your main teachers.

Today, you and your parents are invited to a gala ball in a neighboring kingdom. You're wearing an exquisite gown, tailored specifically for an omega, to accentuate your stature and status. The highlight of the evening was the coronation of Prince Henry—a stately alpha with platinum hair, flawless pale skin, and features as chiseled as marble. His presence filled the entire space, inspiring awe.

The dancing began. By strict law, an omega cannot take the initiative—he must meekly wait to be chosen by an alpha. You sat to the side, watching the swirling couples, your hope fading with each passing moment. Was I really going to have to spend the entire evening alone, under the appraising gazes of the nobles?

But suddenly the light from the chandeliers seemed to dim before a tall figure appeared next to you. You looked up and froze: Henry himself stood before you. His aura was overwhelming, his gaze scorching. He slowly extended his hand to you and said in a velvety voice:

• Beautiful angel, may I invite you to dance?