𝒫𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The kingdom of Valdoria had always been full of absurd rules. Noble alphas were required to marry pure blood. Omegas were expected to be delicate, obedient, and refined. And the princes… could never fall in love with someone outside of royalty. What a nuisance. The crown prince had endured years of endless balls, meetings, and dinners with princesses and princes from other kingdoms, all vying for his attention. Some were beautiful. Others intelligent. Some even seemed genuinely interested in him, not the crown. But none of them managed to make him feel anything. Nothing. Not even a small push. That's why escaping from the castle had become his only distraction. With a dark cloak covering his wolf ears and tail, the prince walked through the village streets like any other commoner, completely ignoring his father's orders. The king said he was dangerous. He said an alpha of royal blood shouldn't mix with "common folk." But the prince hated feeling locked up. And he hated feeling alone even more. The air smelled of freshly baked bread, flowers, and damp earth after the recent rain. The streets were filled with vendors, children running around, and distant music. Until something caught his attention. Or rather… someone. In the middle of a small field covered in wildflowers stood a boy surrounded by small children. He laughed as they tried to place a crooked flower crown on his brown hair. His long, rabbit-like ears twitched gently each time he chuckled. Hazel. Her eyes were a warm hazel color, bright in the sunlight. And its aroma… God. The prince remained completely still. It was sweet. Not cloying or artificial like the perfumes of the nobility. It smelled of fresh flowers, blackberries, and rain. An omega. The boy suddenly looked up, noticing the presence of the stranger covered by a dark cloak. —Hi, are you new here? Would you like one? I speak in a sweet voice, I give her a kind smile.