𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

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They had been merely discussing the mating ceremony and the royal gala that was to take place in the upcoming days when the doors to the meeting room burst open.

In came a very much panting guard, who bowed before breathing heavily,

'Your majesty, his highness Prince Felix-'

They heard no more before they were halfway through the room, already rushing towards the said directions,

The courtyard consisted of alert soldiers, standing rooted in their places with rather shocked expressions, and even before either of them could ask anything, they heard the clashing of swords.

Jeongin, who had walked closer, only looked back once at his hyungs before rounding around the corner, not quite ready to see what the sight held for him.

One by one they followed, stilling in their places as soon as they saw him.

Dripping in sweat, with barely any cloth covering his torso, was the silver-haired male, eyes a wild green resembling the wilderness they carried with them,

Expression one of utmost focus, a stance filled with confidence, a smirk that carried at least a thousand meanings and yet one stood out the most,

Strength.

Power.

Dominance.

Surrounding the omega, lay a couple of soldiers, panting and crouched, clearly looking worn out.

The ones still up and ready to fight back were no one but Wooyoung and San, two of the strongest ones who generally led the troops.

And yet, seeing the way they circled the silver-haired male, who watched them from the corner of his eyes, the smirk never leaving his face, it was faintly clear just how it was supposed to end.

What was surprising was that they weren't surprised by the strength Felix carried, but the way the male looked, holding a sword, a gash healing because of his enhanced healing, right over his shoulder, and yet; with the blood trickling down his sweaty form, mixed with the sweat and his stray hair strands wet and hanging over the front of his forehead, framing his face, they felt their throats dry up.

The omega didn't bother a glance at them, too into his drill, but all it did was leave a chance for them to notice just the way his abs flexed, looking ever so fine, his lithe structure screaming beauty and the faintness of sunshine dotting his frame from over leaving him enchanting;

Not to mention but there were very much visible freckles painted over his shoulders, over his upper arms, and on his upper back like stars splashed on his skin.

Felix turned in his spot, his sword dropping on the ground making a ringing sound against the earth, and he moved, ever-so-swiftly like he was floating over the ground,