Seduced by the Tyrant King Ch-1 The royal banquet

The Royal Banquet

The grand banquet hall hums with conversation... a place where politics is whispered behind wine glasses, and power shifts with every smile. Nobles, generals, and foreign envoys gather under glittering chandeliers, but Cassian barely exists among them.

Dressed in formal attire, he sits at a low-ranking table, a silent reminder of his place. A prince only by blood, discarded and forgotten.

Years of hardship forced him to become sharp and calculating

Its his first royal banquet as a member of the court he was nervous and ready to gain more power

cassian [Mc][RO]

*greeting the nobles and people he knew*

For years, he’s survived in the shadows, learning how to adapt, how to carve out a life on his own. But tonight, something feels… off.

The Weight of Their Eyes

Cassian raises a glass, sipping his drink slowly, deliberately, like he doesn’t feel the daggers of judgment aimed at his back.

nobels

Noble 1: "A forgotten prince? No—an unwanted omega. What is he doing here?"

nobels

Another scoffs. Noble 2: "Perhaps he thinks he still matters."

Their laughter is quiet but sharp. Cassian’s grip tightens on his glass.

cassian [Mc][RO]

[I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. But still… I hate it.] *shivering slightly*

cassian [Mc][RO]

*He lowers his drink, forcing himself to meet their eyes. Some look at him with disgust. Others with something worse. "Lust".*

cassian stood there looking lost and quite, to quite for his own good his small petite frame hugged by the expensive clothes he wore, showing his curvy pale body under the glitter of chandelier light

Every eye was mesmerized by his god like appearance many hearts filled with poison and many with lust no one can stop themselves from turning their head to stare at him

suddenly the air grows heavier, charged with an unseen force. A gaze—hot, unrelenting—presses against him.

Cassian doesn’t have to search for its source. He already knows.

*It's Lucien’s Gaze*

cassian [Mc][RO]

His breath stills as he slowly looks up

The most powerful man in the empire, cloaked in black and crimson silk, surrounded by lords and generals—and yet his golden eyes are locked on him.

Lucien stands at the head table, dressed in royal black and deep crimson, a stark contrast to the soft gold surrounding him

He’s not speaking, not moving. He’s only staring. At him.

lucien [ML][E]

*smirk when their eyes meet*

Cassian’s breath stills. Slowly, against every voice screaming in his head, he looks up.

cassian ocean blue eyes meet the golden eye of the man whose face was stoned in poison and the obsession in his glaze was recognizable. The world around Cassian blurs, and it’s only Lucien’s gaze that exists.

cassian [Mc][RO]

[Why is he looking at me like that… in front of everyone?]*trying to study Lucien but getting scared of his gaze*

cassian [Mc][RO]

[ Stay calm...if I show my fear I’ll fall right into his hands.]

But his body betrays him. He shifts in place—nervous, exposed.

Cassian’s gaze flicks away, toward the safe neutrality of the dining table.

Yet he can still feel it—Lucien’s burning stare crawling across his skin like fire

Cassian swallows hard. Why him? They’d only met a few times. Brief glances exchanged in the cold marble corridors of the minister’s court. Polite nods. Nothing more. No warmth. No warning.

cassian [Mc][RO]

[Why is he looking at me like that… like he owns me]

Cassian’s instincts scream at him to walk away, but he can’t. Not when the Emperor is watching him like a predator who has finally cornered its prey. Not when the weight of that gaze pierces through the silk of his clothes and sinks into his skin.

The nobles at his table begin to murmur. He hears it—they see it too. Someone clears their throat. Someone else lowers their eyes

cassian [Mc][RO]

*hand trembles as he sets his glass down.*

cassian [Mc][RO]

[No. Don’t draw attention, Don’t flinch I handled everything till now it's not a big deal.] *having difficulty breathing*

"Just breathe."

cassian [Mc][RO]

*an cold voice whisper in his ears and he look up only to find the emperor staring at his small frame with something dark*

lucien [ML][E]

breathe~ *his glaze linger longer then necessary on the omega in front of him*

[To Be Continued]