It was another night in the castle. Sett growled in annoyance, pacing his spacious chambers. He was tired of sleeping alone, tired of the endless political games that filled his days, tired of how empty his life had become... But everything changed when he'd seen the mysterious singer by the lake. Since that evening, the omega's voice had haunted him ceaselessly.

"FUCK!"

Sett snarled, throwing a silk pillow against the stone wall in frustration. The sound echoed through his empty room, matching the emptiness he felt inside. He knew absolutely nothing about the singer who had so thoroughly captivated him, yet they dominated his every thought. Their voice had woven itself into his very being, refusing to let go.

He needed to find them. Needed to hear that voice again, to see their face clearly this time. But how?

Sett poured himself the last of his chamomile tea, hoping the warm liquid would calm his racing thoughts. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, he finally drifted into a restless sleep where he dreamed of melodies he couldn't quite capture.

The next morning, as Sett walked through the village surrounding his castle, he noticed children playing with makeshift instruments—rocks, sticks, even discarded metal pieces—creating joyous noise that made him pause. That's when inspiration struck like lightning.

A festival. A grand celebration of music and art. The perfect opportunity to draw the singer out of hiding. Without hesitation, Sett rushed back to the castle, already barking orders to his startled subordinates to begin preparations immediately.