It was as if time fractured.
The great royal court, with its towering marble columns and arched stained-glass windows glowing with morning light, was held in an unbearable stillness. The only sound that could be heard was the dull, ragged breathing of Prince Thas, bound in front of the court like a caged predator caught in his own trap.
He couldn’t breathe.
River's voice — calm, powerful, terrifying in its clarity — echoed in his skull like a war drum.
Her words didn’t just demand an answer… they commanded one.
For a split second, his chest constricted violently, as though her gaze itself was pressing on his lungs.
His hands, shackled in front of him, twitched. His vision was blurred.
What is happening?
How?
She’s just an omega…
His mind screamed, tried to fight it — tried to den
