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Alex hated being an omega. Make no mistake, she was perfectly fine in her body. She had been granted the ability to change her body from her birth mother, who passed traces of magic to her. Shape shifting was something her parents frowned upon, and she was yelled at for it.
But she’s not soft. People glare at her when she isn’t their idea of an omega. Too aggressive, they say. Too loud. Alex strived to break all expectations that anyone had of her.
King and Queen Fierro—who isn’t even Alex’s mother, mind you—had a few children before Alex was born. It’s not like they needed any more political alliances. They had already married off all their children, with the exception of Alex. But apparently they needed just one more kingdom to ‘strengthen ties with.’ How joyous.
Alex was shaping clay on her pottery wheel when her lady-in-waiting entered her chambers with a frightened look on her face.
“What are you here for, Cynthia?” Alex stops the spinning wheel, turning to look at her
“Your father wishes to speak to you, your highness. I wasn’t told why.”
“Tell him I’m coming.” Alex stands up, wiping her hands on her pants. Alex was a girl today. But she would much rather wear clothes suited for her activities than wear some stupid restricting dress that has no place in a pottery. Honestly though? Alex hated the idea that omegas wear dresses. That’s just so inconvenient!
Her shoes clicked against the floor as she approached the throne room where her father was most likely having his most recent power trip. Alex pushes through the doors to see the king on his thrones looking over parchment.
Alex stops in front of her father. “What did you want to talk about?” Alex crosses her arms, glaring at the man in front of her.
“You are betrothed to the son of King Frey. I expect you to prepare yourself for the journey and greet him. You will be spending the entirety of your courtship in their palace, where you will then have your wedding.” He doesn’t even look up from his papers. What a bastard.
“Excuse me?” Alex stares bewildered at the king.
“I will hear none of your excuses. You’re dismissed.”
Alex scoffs, but turns away and walks away, angry tears already forming in her eyes. She won’t submit to some idiot alpha. She’ll make his life a living hell.
Alex enters her chambers to find multiple dresses already pulled out. She only sees one dress of approximately twenty that she actually owns. Unbelievable. He really thinks she’ll just wear whatever he gives her? Yeah, fat chance, buster.
As she pulls out different outfits, Alex throws the dresses left out in a pile on the floor. Of the outfits now laying on her bed, she has a somewhat equal mix of shirts and pants and dresses, leaning more into the feminine clothing. Alex knows she’ll have to sneak her pottery equipment with her, so she puts it in the bottom of the storage trunk. It’s such a shame that she’ll have to leave her kiln here. It’s not like there was any chance she could have taken it, though. But she’ll miss it.
Alex puts her personal items in a pouch near the top of the closest trunk and slams it shut. She can’t fucking believe him! Marrying her off—when she has perfectly good older siblings waiting to be married—is so stupid!
Alex hears a knock at her door and knows that it’s Cynthia coming to inform her that they’re leaving.
Lord have mercy on whoever the alpha is that she’s to marry.