Day after day, Livia endeavored to perfect her magic, growing more adroit with time. Nonetheless, despite considerable effort, her slim physique refused to bulk up with muscle, which could easily be mistaken for feminine without any hint of breasts; she gazed into the mirror, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
“Your Highness, as an omega, your frame is meant to be delicate and elegant, not meant for change.”
“Hmph! It's unfair. I should at least be able to see some muscles. But no, I'm just flat.”
The world felt bitterly lopsided. If only rebirth had granted him the alpha stature—cooler, undoubtedly— instead of his scrawny omega build. He requested solitude in the bath, feeling shame for his lean body and below-average size, presuming it was omega-related. After soaking long enough, he was surprised to find the king lounging on the chamber's settee, thankfully donning his bathrobe.
“Your Majesty...what are you doing here?”
“It’s that time of the month again. I’m weary and wanted to rest a bit. Don't mind me; I’ll use the sofa.”
“Oh...that's fine, but you can use the bed. It's quite big, really.”
“You're not worried I might make a move in the night?”
“You won't. So go ahead, get some rest.”
Livia sifted through her closet for a comfortable tunic, eventually choosing to dress in the seclusion of the bathroom—just to be safe.
“Is paperwork really that exhausting?”
Livia, now back and reclining on the bed's edge with pillows, asked the king who nodded.
“Yes, though today was an expedition day... Foreigners sometimes cross borders without proper authorization.”
“Oh, illegal immigrants, I guess... No wonder I haven't seen you in a week.”
“Yes. Despite appearances, nations often teeter on the brink of conflict and seek excuses to fight.”
“So, a war might break out?”
“It’s a possibility...”
“That must be why they demand an heir from you.”
“Partly, yes...”
“Normally, that would be the concubines' role, wouldn't it? But here it’s different…”
“The heat cycle of an alpha can be intense with just one partner, potentially harmful. They're there to ease that, but... I've never been unfaithful to him...”
The king could barely keep his eyelids up due to exhaustion, while Livia was taken aback by the revelation. By the time he realized, the king had already fallen asleep. Livia watched him, brushing away his fringe; the king was not only handsome but warmer than anticipated. Had he been cruel, Livia would have been locked away or cast out for not being her true self. With a smile and a tender touch to the king’s cheek, Livia quickly retracted her hand.
“Stop that. He's meant for someone else.”
Although Livia remains, the future may bring the destined omega protagonist, assuring a happy ending despite the pain of failing to protect Livia. She moves to the sofa, committing to one uncomfortable night. Eventually, she moves back to the bed, seeking comfort in the sheets, careful to keep her distance from the king.
The next morning, rumors spread through the concubine's quarters that the king had again spent the entire night in the queen's chamber. This infuriates Rita, who, despite being the presumed favorite, knows the king rests in her room as in others—only for sleep. While others may be content, as their children have no claim, to Rita, it’s a vexation to not be desired. If she were truly the favorite, the benefits would be substantial, enough to usurp the queen. Among the concubines, Rita boasts of the king's tender desires for her, fueling the belief of her favored status, though the king never truly sought intimacy with her, not even to quench his cyclical needs.
“No matter the effort, that queen has no further chances.”
“Lady Rita... best to leave things be, we went a month without paychecks last time.”
“That won’t repeat, for this time, I will rid us of that wretched omega for good.”
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