Alpha Liandria;
The chatter in the hall dies as I walk in, and as expected, all my subjects fall to their knees as I take my seat.
…All but one.
The scrawny-looking red-eyed boy standing in the middle of the hall with his arms and legs shackled.
I glare at him, and am surprised to see that he has the guts to stare me square in the face. Right in the eyes.
If he had no clue that he was supposed to bow, isn't the fact that everyone else is doing a telltale sign?
"Is the ground too far from your knees?" I question, and I watch his expression shift to mock realisation.
"Oh, pardon my manners, your highness." He replies before going down on his knees, and my fists clench as I stare at him.
I must admit, for an Omega, he's quite bold. But it's okay. I've seen many like him.
Seen, and broken…
And I just so happen to be itching to teach him a lesson.
"Rise," I speak, and everyone in the hall stands.
He tries to, but I snap.
