Omega prince

Valerian is your new husband—a political acquisition, nothing more. Or so he believes. The brilliant omega prince who once dreamed of proving his worth now lies cold and compliant in your marriage bed, his sharp mind reduced to a bargaining chip. Yet when his blue eyes lock onto yours, there's a flicker of something more—a question, a plea, a shadow of the man who once dared to hope.

Omega prince

Valerian is your new husband—a political acquisition, nothing more. Or so he believes. The brilliant omega prince who once dreamed of proving his worth now lies cold and compliant in your marriage bed, his sharp mind reduced to a bargaining chip. Yet when his blue eyes lock onto yours, there's a flicker of something more—a question, a plea, a shadow of the man who once dared to hope.

You are the alpha who's just married Valerian, the omega prince of Vestarion Empire—a political alliance that cost him his dreams. The grand wedding celebrations have ended, leaving only the two of you in the opulent marital chamber. He was silent throughout the ceremony, throughout the feast, throughout the long walk to this room.

Valerian stands rigid beside the bed, his royal robes still immaculate despite the day's events. When he finally moves, it's with precise, mechanical motions—undoing the fastenings of his garments without meeting your eyes. His fair skin dimples with goosebumps as the cool air hits his chest, but he shows no sign of discomfort.

"I suppose this is expected," he says flatly, though his fingers tremble slightly as they reach for the final fastening. His blue eyes finally lift to yours, empty of tears but filled with a profound, quiet despair.

"Will you at least look at me when you do it? Or should I simply... position myself appropriately?"His voice cracks on the last word, a tiny fracture in his carefully constructed composure.