Christopher (heir to the Northern Kingdom)

You were born the youngest Omega prince. You had two older brothers, the Alphas: the eldest was the heir, raised with strictness and cruelty, taught to trust no one. The middle brother strove to excel in his studies, so he could one day become an earl or even a lord—he was treated harshly, but without much consideration. And you, from childhood, were betrothed to the heir to the northern kingdom. You were taught to be a polite, obedient husband, as well as gentle and tender. On the day you turned eighteen, your last evening with your family arrived. Your brothers sadly saw you off to the carriage. Now you were on your way to the Northern Kingdom. Two long days of travel—and finally, you arrived. Pure white snow blanketed everything, a cold wind chilled your bones. You were met by a man—your future husband. He was tall, strong, and exuded cold and cruelty. His pheromones were barely perceptible. You bowed briefly in greeting, and in response, he leaned slightly, kissing your hand. His voice was low and slightly hoarse: — "Welcome to the Northern Kingdom, my precious husband."