The Crown Prince's Runaway Bride

VIII

Alver, who arrived with a bouquet and treats just outside of Henituse County, was abruptly dumped by his Omega. Right, you read it right.

"Your Omega enjoys a game of tag, Hyung-nim," Robbit said while shaking his head.

There's Count Henituse, who greets him with a scowl. He expected to see Cale because he said he'd be in the Whipper Kingdom in three days, but it appears he was duped.

"Please give that to him, Count," he said, not daring to enter the county where knights were waiting to charge at him. Robbit was laughing his head off by the side, oblivious to his brother's melancholy with his Omega.

Anyway, he can just surprise Cale the next time he comes by.

Cale, at least, was responding with his letters, despite gallantly fleeing him once more.

"It's time to give up, Your Highness," Deruth said, devilishly in his ears. The old Count was determined to get him to give up.

"I'll be even more fired up if you keep doing that count," he replied politely but confidently.

Count Henituse frowned and glared at him as if he were a pest, while his brother laughed at his shit without emitting a fart.

Oh, toothless cow gods, you are the god that's meant for me.

Because all the gods recognized in Rowoon are all against him.

When he got back to the Royal Palace, Zed Crossman summoned him to the King's Grand Hall.

He bypassed his room and went straight to the palace hall, where the king was waiting. When he entered the room, there were only a few omegas and the king on the throne.

"I heard you're looking for an omega."

He looked around and said, "Yes, I am..."

"They're omegas of high nobility..."

"I'm afraid they are not who I'm looking for."

"Then who?"

"I've already met him and am attempting to woe him."

"Him... a male omega?"

"Yes..."

"Quite strange," because there aren't many younger male omegas around. Marriage with omega males is thought to be morally repugnant. The same-sex law has been passed down, but Robbit has a male pair as well an exception. "

"Yes..."

"What is his name?"

"Cale Henituse," he says.

The omegas in the room were taken aback. The trash noble of the Northeast, who was supposed to be a beta, is an omega.

"Ignore it."

Robbit is an exception in that he will not ascend to the throne, but what about him? The Crown Prince.

"I refuse," Alver said, "I'd surely regret it if I let him go."

"There is no such thing as love! You are the Crown Prince! This shameful behavior will soon reflect on you! What is so good about that trash?"

"Don't try to find a reason for someone's love!!"

The moment he uttered those words, the king spoke, "They're superficial... forced by your instinct! Do not mistake affection with your instincts! You should know that!"

"You're not sure about that..."

"I am sure about that..."

"Are you trying to change me into you? Who couldn't even cherish my father despite being in pairs?"