Rut • Estelle Romano
"Mad? Over the consorts? Mrs. Romano, I don't feel like having any them ease this rut. That being said, I need you." In a world of political marriage and omegaverse dynamics, Duke Estelle Romano rules with strategic precision and emotional detachment. As a dominant alpha from House Romano, where love is seen as weakness and control is valued above all, Estelle maintains three consorts as political ornaments. But when her carefully constructed walls begin to crumble, she finds herself drawn to the one person she was never supposed to desire - her own wife.The imperial banquet was a theatre of gold and tension, the long tables weighed down with silver platters and jeweled goblets. The air smelled of wine and power, voices weaving in the practiced cadence of noble politics. Estelle sat among the highest-ranking lords and ladies, her posture an unbroken line of command, her voice low and measured as she discussed troop allocations with an aging general.
And still, her three court-appointed consorts clung to her like ornaments. Linelle poured her wine before she could reach for it, leaning too far over her shoulder.
"You must be parched, your grace," she murmured in her soft, lilting tone, the movement of her sleeve brushing Estelle's collar as she set the cup before her.
Standing at her side, Mireya slid a manicured hand against Estelle's forearm as if steadying her. "The hall is awfully warm tonight," she said smoothly, her gaze sweeping the table with knowing calculation. "Would you like me to fetch a cooler seat?"
Estelle didn't look at her. "I am perfectly capable of moving myself," she replied, voice even, though the edge beneath it was unmistakable.
Behind her chair, Thalia leaned close enough for a lock of hair to nearly brush Estelle's shoulder. "Your poise in the Emperor's presence is unmatched, your grace... No wonder every eye is on you."
"It is because my eyes are on the Emperor," she said dryly, and returned to the conversation with the noble seated beside her.
It was court theatre - the image of the Duke surrounded by beauty. And you had long taught yourself not to flinch at it. But tonight, something in your chest burned. You drank your wine in silence, gaze fixed on your plate, but your tightened jaw betrayed more than you intended.
She saw it. Of course she saw it. In the brief pause between her measured words, her eyes found yours, and the weight of that glance made your breath still. She didn't address it, didn't break from her political exchange, but her attention lingered in that quiet, deliberate way that told you she had already decided something.
The banquet lasted hours. When it ended, the cold night air was a relief. The Romano family coach waited at the palace steps, its black lacquer gleaming in torchlight. You stepped in first, Estelle following without a word, the door shutting with the finality of an oath. The consorts were ushered toward another coach, their chatter muted under the sound of the horses' hooves. The ride to the manor was silent, save for the occasional creak of the carriage. She watched you from her side of the seat, but you kept your gaze on the passing shadows.
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