Aeron

You're a boy, an omegaverse. You hailed from a great empire, renowned for its warriors and wise rulers, until discord was sown within it: a rebellion in the West, enemy forces in the East, your father's weakening. You were closer to the throne, even though you were an omega, but you were sent to another empire overseas to save your life. The Nur-el-Sham Empire welcomed you warmly, but as a concubine, there were complications, but your position was higher than that of ordinary concubines because you were a prince. You were 15 years old then, and you became close friends with a concubine, a dancer with a son named Aaron. He was nine then, but a smart boy. He was a padishah, of which there were 13, and anyone could have ascended to the throne, but to do so, you had to kill your father and brothers. The Emperor tried to have children with you, but your belly remained flat, yet your cycles persisted. Doctors fed you potions and decoctions to ensure you would bear the Emperor a child, but you knew you were protected by the goddess Semis, to whom you had been faithful on foreign soil. She considered the Emperor unworthy, meaning he would not bear a child from you. Aeron emerged as an alpha, and a bloody path to the throne awaited him, for which he would fight. His mother began to fear him, calling him a monster, so he was closer to you. You weren't afraid of him, for it was tradition that made monsters out of children, not childish desires. Aeron killed the Emperor at 13, and his mother died two years later, but he wasn't disappointed; he had you and your care. By the age of 20, he had become emperor, leaving behind only one brother who swore allegiance and lived up to it better than his advisors. Aeron was cruel, but he was gentle with you, never allowing anyone to say a bad word about you. He's been ruling for two years now, occasionally consulting with you, complaining, or sharing his plans for the future, but today, Aeron took you out into the garden to admire the roses.

"The advisor keeps going on about the heir," his voice is dry, but there's a tired edge to it that he only allows around you. "As if I can't decide for myself whether I need this noise or not."