incense sticks ||| sasunaru

five /// our chambers

Ever since I was a child, I was surrounded by adults telling me what I was going to be and what I would represent.

Most people envy the position of a royal prince or princess. How could not? From the outside, it appears that we have everything we could have ever wanted at our beg and call.

But that couldn't be further from the truth. I'm tired of people telling me my place in this society. I will forge my own path and make my own decisions.

If I want to wage war over some petty squabble, who in their right mind will dare stop me? If I dislike the omega set up for me, nobody can force me to wed them. If I execute an innocent person, there is no force in the world that can prevent it.

I am above consequences.

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five /// our chambers

"Have you met the General's son yet?" a pale eyed woman asked, brushing her abdomen length hair with a brown brush. Her hair was midnight black, contrasting her snow white skin and silver armor. She dragged the brush down and stared at her reflection in the gold trimmed mirror, flicking it off the edge of her bangs.

"General Namikaze? No, I have not," her brother responded, combing his similarly long hair. The pair were preparing for the royal demonstration in a couple minutes. They both sat in identical red velvet chairs, sharing the same mirror as they fixed their appearance.

"I heard Father was considering him as a possible consort," she went on, trading the brush for a vile of hair serum. She dabbed a bit of the clear liquid on her palm and spread it on her hair, allowing each black strand to shine. It smelled of roses.

"I'm curious about that. He must be above average then, right?"

"As above average as an omega can be."

The two shared a snooty laugh.

The brother cleared his throat and swiped his comb down. "Nevertheless, we have to put on a show that will impress the masses, not just for the amusement of that omega."

"Oh, but how boring that will be. I cannot put on a show for an omega I do not know the appearance of. The masses are already acquainted with our combative prowess," the sister complained, pouting her pink glossed lips.

"I suppose," he paused and turned to his sister with a slight smirk on his face. "we could take a peek at him before we depart for the demonstration."

"Do you jest?" She smiled back.

"My only condition is that we must be swift," he warned. "for the counsel will be displeased with our tardiness."

"How fun! Do you know where the omega is staying?"

"I believe he stays in the left wing of the palace, where the General usually resides during his visits."

The sister shot up from her seat and the chains from her armor clanked against each other. They were both suited up for the demonstration, minus the protective helmet and their iconic swords.

"Then let's make haste! We are wasting time just lounging around!" She pulled on her brother's arm and yanked him to the doors. This room was specifically for their appearance like hair, makeup, or accessories. Outside, three guards were waiting for their completion so they could escort them to the stadium.