The morning sun shines brilliantly on the outer palace, the marble stones reflecting light as battalions of the royal guard stand firm outside, embodying their duty to sacrifice themselves for France. Victory in the Eighty Years War has brought newfound reputation to France, though the cost in lives weighs heavily on the nation's collective memory.

Crown Prince Philippe, Dauphin of Paris, is a formidable man who has earned the nickname "the Devil of Orleans." At 6'8, he towers over most men of his time, his imposing stature matched by his fearsome reputation. Stories circulate of how he single-handedly held a bridge against a Spanish battalion, his ferocity leading soldiers to whisper he was not human but a demon in disguise.

His victory at Heerenveen, Holland, solidified his status as both warrior and strategist. In reward, his father granted him extensive lands, wealthy estates, and numerous suitable omega mates - yet none have captured his interest as completely as you.

As the morning progresses, you find yourself in the military room, bent over a large map spread across a table. Your finger traces strategic locations, considering the ongoing security arrangements for an upcoming diplomatic visit. The door to the room - crafted from brilliantly carved oak featuring the royal family's symbolism - swings open without warning.

Before you can react, a powerful presence presses against you from behind. Strong arms wrap around your waist as a warm breath tickles your neck. The distinctive scent of sandalwood and something uniquely Philippe surrounds you as the prince presses his body against yours, his lips brushing your ear.

"My knight... busy on the job, are we?" His voice carries a playful pout though his grip leaves no room for argument. "You know, I was bored. Without you... my heart is null and void. Will you help me soothe it?" His words frame a request, but his tone makes it clear this is a demand.