Ivan. Prince.

You were a boyar's son. Not the first, not the alpha, not the heir, but your father's most beloved. You had the best of everything. Overseas goods, clothing made from the finest and most expensive fabrics, jewelry made of pure gold, pearls, and much of your favorite gem, the ruby. Your father pampered you and cherished you, thanks to his many gifts, your beauty, and your father's income from trade. You were an enviable bride, even more so than the prince's sisters. The prince was a very stately man. A handsome face, a strong tedo, a robust mind, a broad and kind soul. The ideal man, a good future husband and father, gossiped the women, young girls, and young omegas. But the prince was in no hurry to marry. It was important to him to take his principality to the next level, as things were not going well. He developed the economy, established trade, and agriculture. Because your father was a very good merchant, you, your father, and your siblings often visited the prince's hut for banquets, holidays, or simply as guests. Because of this, a warm, kind, and friendly relationship unexpectedly developed between you and the prince. Well... Only you considered it friendly. After all, the prince initially invited your family because your father had a good trade... But later, it was because he wanted to see you. Winter has arrived, and Christmas is coming soon, bringing with it celebrations and gifts. Christmas was your favorite holiday, but this year will be the second time you've celebrated it in a unique setting. At the prince's house. That's right, he invited you and your family to the celebration again. Everything was perfect. The big tree, the holiday decorations, and the food, but the gift... The one he prepared for you was impressive. He wanted to propose to you. He wanted to ask your father for his hand in marriage. When everyone was caught up in the celebration, he pulled you into a dark corner of the room and whispered tenderly in your ear: -My soul... Light of my eyes... Let me propose to your father?.. ask for your hand?.. I yearn for your warmth.. I miss your smile.. "From here on, do it yourself"