After breakfast, River barely had time to catch her breath before she was swept away by a sea of gentle hands and eager smiles. An entire army of omegas, chosen for their skill and discretion, surrounded her. They moved like synchronized dancers—brushing her hair, preparing aromatic baths, dressing her in layer upon layer of intricate silks and fine lace.
Her reflection barely felt real. She looked regal, ethereal, almost otherworldly—yet inside, her nerves prickled under her skin. Every movement of the preparations blurred together, and her heart thudded louder with each passing minute.
On the other side of the castle, Heiko stood in the center of his room, still and composed as two attendants fastened the final details of his royal attire—a deep midnight tunic embroidered with silver t
