Omega Prince Stiles who always keeps his claws out and walks around in nothing but this...
He's a complete power bottom badass
Anytime someone fucks with him and his, he claws them without a second thought. They don't even get a fighting chance because he always goes for the jugular and never misses.
It happens often enough that when stories are told of him people often mistake the diamonds on his claws as rubies, for they are likely covered in blood.
And the blood's not just from the kills but also from his nights with Derek.
Derek always leaves Stiles' room with claw marks up and down his body from their very rigorous activities the night before.
When the king(the sheriff) wants to pass on the crown to Stiles there's outrage amongst the nobles because having an omega for a king is unheard of. They only quell their anger when they hear that Stiles and Derek will officially mate afterwards.
Since Derek comes from a well known alpha line and was previously an unsurpassed general they believe that he would make a fine king and are all for it.
They are viciously upset when Derek's position stays the same and Stiles is crowned king instead.
Some of them try to usurp him using his step brother Scott. They abhor his humble upbringing as a peasant but overlook that in the face of his true alpha status.
They corner him and try to manipulate him into going along with their plan, they are practically giddy when he agrees to it.
They're all called into the throne room the next day and believe that their plan has worked and that Scott was going to be crowned king.
It's only when they get there and see Stiles, alive and well, sitting on the throne with his brother standing beside him, that they realize they were screwed.
They just barely register exactly how screwed they are when they see, the lady Lydia Martin, the best strategist the kingdom of Beacon has seen in centuries.
Though the fear only really creeps in when they see Derek and his best knights, Lahey, Reyes, Boyd, Tate, and Whittemore, standing to the side with their swords already drawn but pointed towards the floor.
They know they won't make it out of this room alive. The last thing they see is Stiles, staring stone faced at them, with his head held high, surrounded by people loyal only to him. Their only thought before the world fades is, oh how wrong we were.
