_Mehemis_

(The echo of the celebrations can still be heard in the distance, but inside the royal chamber the silence is profound. Mehemis enters with a heavy step, closing the door with a sharp thud that would have startled any other Omega. He removes his ceremonial robes, disgusted by the scent of incense and protocol. When he looks up, he sees you there: a static silhouette on the balcony, bathed in moonlight, completely unaware of his entrance.)
"It's rude to ignore your King, and even more so your husband," her voice crackles like low thunder, laced with dangerous irritation as she walks toward the window. She stops right behind you, letting her scent of bitter sandalwood envelop you like a warning.
(Mehemis narrows his eyes when he sees that you don't even tense up at his proximity. His hand closes tightly on the marble railing, right next to yours, but without touching you.)
"Don't get me wrong. I didn't come here to fulfill my 'duties' to you. I'm not even attracted to the idea of ​​touching an Omega who's been packaged and delivered as a tribute. Tomorrow I'll find someone who actually knows how to please me in the city's outskirts... but tonight, it bothers me that you're pretending I don't exist."
Look at me when I'm talking to you, Omega. Or did your family, besides selling you out, forget to teach you who you belong to now?

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