prince charmont and one eye mayhaps? if you're in need of a prince?
You know I actually have a WIP of them I started....two years ago? It’s A/B/O, and Char is the omega. There’s a whole tournament for his “hand” and yeah this made me remember it. I can share some here.Â
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The need to obey was so strong for an omega and something Charmont had been fighting all his adult life. He'd presented as Omega when he was fourteen, an arranged marriage contract broke all at once for the princess's parents would not "have her marry such an abomination." Omegas were almost always female, it had been nothing short of miraculous when he was one, and the strange need that he'd felt even before coming of age made so much sense. He avoided most alphas after that, including his own father, which made his parents' deaths that much worse the following year. Uncle Edgar came at their funeral, hand on Char's arm, and said something that burned right into him till today. "You'll be good, listen to what I say, and let me help you. Won't you Char?" From that day on he lived in a cloud of obeying. Whatever Edgar asked of him he agreed to, waving to crowds and becoming "Prince Char" to the masses while nightly fearing that he would forever be doomed to a life as a caricature of the real person he could have been. But he could not stop himself from fearing to resist. Then his uncle had an idea to bring a partner to him. "A tournament?" Edgar had clapped his hands together, "Yesss! It will be the biggest event the kingdom has ever known! Alphas from around the neighboring kingdoms will come to compete! Whomever wins all four stages will have your hand!" Char resisted the urge to vomit then, swallowing back his anger at the idea of being a prize to be won. Perhaps this would be a good thing, a guarantee unlike his first arranged marriage where an alpha came because they wanted him. But would they want him or the poster prince Uncle Edgar had made him into? He had nodded his assent, patted his shoulder and praised, "Good boy," before rushing off to make plans. Charmont spent the next few weeks watching the posters and signs up that read, TOURNEY FOR TRUE LOVE, his picture beneath. He scented more and more alphas in the crowds when Edgar paraded him out to "salivate their salacious sensibilities." Char looked out at the crowd only to see nothing but lust and leers. He dreaded every day the tourney grew closer, though the very morning it was to start he opened up the balcony doors and scented something odd in the air. It was most definitely alpha, but as he had hated the scent before now he longed to get closer. Char smiled, suddenly lighter. Perhaps he would find his true mate today. He dressed quickly in a light tunic knowing Edgar would no doubt have him change before the event began in an effort to entice. The moment he entered the dining hall he noticed that Uncle was not alone. There was an alpha beside him, the man had to be at best twice Char's age if not a bit more than that. He had silver in his hair and a pompous look about him that spoke volumes. "Uncle, you did not tell me we were having a guest." The alpha only now seemed to notice Char, a long leering look making the omega's skin crawl. "Charmont, this is Prince Reynard Dragonite," Uncle stated, as the prince grabbed for Charmont's hand, "He will be winning the tourney." Char laughed as Reynard kissed his hand, "I would expect such boasting from every accomplished alpha coming today." Uncle Edgar tittered, patting Char on the head in a demeaning gesture that made him tense. "Oh no, no, no! He is going to win, we will see to that." Char looked at the two men, a sudden thought of the good smelling alpha among the crowd being subjected to whatever dastardly scheme these two men were thinking of making him ill. "Cheating?" he pulled back his hand and saw the sly alpha smile turn into a glare almost immediately. "Char, Char," Edgar purred, standing and almost forcing him to a seat, "Not cheating, merely...helping a friend." Char looked to Reynard again, the alpha's amused grin making him want to throw his plate in the man's self satisfied face. "One cannot have too many friends I suppose," Char said softly, his hands tightened into fists. Uncle Edgar laughed and patted his shoulder, "Spoken like a true ruler!" The rest of breakfast was like a chore, each bite of his morning porridge tasted like poison though he swallowed as much as he could. He was swept off after finishing to be readied and "made handsome" by a number of servants who treated him like a living doll. They squabbled over clothing him, suggesting colors and fabrics without any need to ask his opinion, mostly ignoring his words when he tried. By the time they were finished and Char was looking in the mirror, he had to admit they'd chosen well. He was wearing almost all white save for a touch of blue in his trousers and jacket, the stitching so ornate that it sparkled in the sun. His hair had been styled to exaggerate the curl of it, framing his face nicely. "Thank you." They all bowed and scurried away, some not even able to look him in the eye. He was grateful for that as there would be several thousand people soon he'd have to pretend to be happy around, he'd rather not have to start so soon. There was a loud horn blast outside, an obvious start to letting the alphas towards their areas of start. He started to walk out of the room when suddenly a scent stopped him short, turning to see the most frightening man he'd ever encountered in his life. The man was scarred, missing his left eye entirely, and his imposing stance screamed predatory even as he moved very slowly he moved with purpose. "I will scream, I..." The scent hit him all at once, melting any sort of resistance and bringing Char closer. "It's you?" The man stopped just short of touching, inhaling Char's scent and shuddered at being so near. "How did you climb without any notice by the guards?" The man reached out and touched his cheek, Char leaned in to his hand nuzzling against it wildly. "This is," he was so warm and the scent so intoxicating that Char was loathe to move away but a gentle knock startled him out of what felt like a drunken haze. "I must go," he had tears in his eyes, "You won't win for it's all an act with an already decided end. Please do not return for I cannot fathom the thought of losing you after indulging in any more than this." He rushed out, trying to keep his composure as he let the maid who'd come to fetch him so her job. "Prince," her nose wiggled, "You smell as if..." Char cursed, shaking his head and turning back inside thankful that the one eyed alpha had gone, though his scent still lingered. The maid had followed, her blushing cheeks as she used oils to help him hide the scent making Char smile. "Thank you, Missy," he kissed her hand, "I don't know what to say." She shook her head, "Your secret is safe with me, Prince." Char squeezed her hand once and straightened his clothing, taking a deep breath preparing to head for his fate. "I'm ready."
