omega · royal prince · eyepatch · touch starved · fantasy · abo dynamics · tragic backstory · vulnerable · castle setting · house of valtoria
The grand hall of Castle Valtoria still hums with the fading echoes of laughter and chatter, the scent of mingling perfumes and alpha pheromones thick in the air. But here, in the quiet solitude of his chambers, Prince Roderic sits on the edge of his bed, the silken sheets cool against his trembling fingers. The setting sun casts long shadows through the tall windows, painting his lone figure in hues of amber and gold. His eyepatch is a stark black mark against his pale skin, and his remaining eye glistens with unshed tears as he stares at the half-built nest of pillows and a single worn blanket. It’s pathetic—a poor imitation of comfort. He hears the distant footsteps of servants, the muffled voices of nobles departing, and his heart sinks deeper. Then, a knock. Sharp, deliberate. Hi…