The Crowned Omega & The Three Alphas

s sky. Although I cannot remember his name nor his face, I can always remem

y in waiting, Anne, the royal doctor, my many tutors and towers upon towers of books. Occasionally my mother

many things, I was endlessly stuck in the confines of my room un

the roaming guards’ attention but I should have known that I would get lost almost immediately. The palace grounds were vast with many different sections and

in the middle of the night but thinking back, I suppose I can consider it as

n the middle of the royal gardens. I had decided to sit on the grassy groun

, probably my age, I quickly calmed down. “I-I’m lost.” I

arden, somewhat concerned.

for a momen

soiled nightwear until he let out a soft gasp of realisation.

itation, worried that he would act di

erful and free that it made me jealous, tha

ot sound

rds trailed off, not know

hand for a moment, eyeing the dirt that coated his skin as well as the tiny cuts on his open palm. “Oh…it’s dirty, so

outside instead?” I

ould you want t

to see the

too dangerous. Especia

all my life got the better of me that I forgot my etiquette. I cleared my throat and l

ut

ueezing his hand a lit

my home. Although it did not stop with just one time. I soon found myself sneaking out every night just to see him, jus

ook my hand and we ran to a nearby alleyway. We squeezed in together, out of breath with our chest pressed against one an

ce next to mine. “Try to stay

. I expected the boy to pull away once he was done warning me, but he inched closer until I could feel his

uttered and I felt my body ten

y. After a moment of trying to rid the heat from my reddened cheeks, I followed him out.

nearly did not hear him due to the l

ed to be dismissive over the incident, made me hold my tongue. As I reached out to hold his hand and as we continued our wa

t. That was what I was told when I was growing up after all. I told myself repea

hat I would never see him ever again filled me with so much sorrow that I cried until I became incredibly sick and had to be bed ridden. That

But now that I am older, I often think about the boy. How is he? Is he well? Is he happy? And at nights when I cannot sleep, I find myself gazing upon the