The day of the ball had finally arrived. Its original purpose—deciding my future with regards to the kingdom—had transformed into a celebration of my coronation. The designated outfit was brilliant red. The ensemble included tailored trousers and a long, dramatic train. A golden corset with a deep V neckline, puffed sleeves, an abundance of jewelry, and the royal cloak completed the look. As I gazed at myself in the mirror, I thought about changing my hairstyle. I loved my dreadlocks—they suited me. The left side was shaved. I could simply trim them... but somehow it felt wrong.
The past two days had been spent locked in my room. The pirates had been accommodated properly. I didn't know why they stayed in the castle after treating me so harshly, turning their backs and acting as if I were disposable. Baltazar wanted to see me one last time before departing and had delayed leaving as long as he could.
The Moreal dukedom had confessed their crime. They were demoted to mere barons and stripped of their lands—retaining only their properties in the capital. At least they invited no scandal and felt relieved not to be fully exiled from court. I issued their sentences indirectly, as I refused to speak with anyone. Only Alexander and Theodor had access to my chambers.
Soon, two distinguished figures approached me:
The King of Diamont and his son. Both had olive‑toned skin, light eyes, and long dark hair. They wore traditional attire from the deserts of Diamont: layers of fabric wrapped beneath elegant turbans. They had brought a chest as a gift when they arrived two days prior. Unfortunately, I hadn't felt well and had requested that any official audience be postponed.
— Your beauty precedes the rumour, Majesty. — Ali Mahad, the king, said. His beard was thick and dark, with traces of gray from age. He exuded the firm bearing of a ruler used to commanding respect. — This is my son, Cabelian Mahad.
The king's only—as well as illegitimate—son. An Alpha. Strong features and a short, dense beard. His physique spoke of a lifetime of training, yet he managed a gentle smile.
— Welcome, Your Majesty and His Highness. I hope you enjoy the ball. I'm certain we'll have an important meeting tomorrow, but for now, let's celebrate this new era. — I forced a smile. — This is my betrothed and my General of War, Alexander Belatrinelatrin.
Alex nodded softly. Neither of the Diamont royals seemed particularly happy, but they greeted me politely.
Shortly after, Baltazar and the others arrived. I hadn't expected them to accept the invitation after everything. The court was noticeably nervous at their presence. Still, the pirates wore noble attire well, and a refreshing bath helped them stand out—though they were obviously not nobility, which drew both looks and disdain.
— You may find Baltazar's presence at the ball unusual, — I climbed a few steps, drawing attention. — Many know him as a pirate who sails the waters of the Seven Kingdoms. — I raised my hand as a gesture for calm. — What you don't know is that thanks to Baltazar and his crew, I survived for four years—even while being hunted and nearly killed by my brother William. — The news of betrayal was already known to everyone, so there was no need to hold back. — If not for this man, I would be dead. I owe my life and gratitude to my former companions.
Most of the audience applauded. In fact, my words came with more tone than I'd intended, despite my evident lack of spirit. I had planned to say more—heartfelt words infused with sincerity. But any emotional sentiment was overshadowed by Baltazar's stubbornness. The older man glanced in my direction, but I turned away and let them enjoy the feast—drinking and eating as much as they wished—while I mingled with the other nobles, fulfilling my duties as king. Theodor stayed by my side, gently guiding the conversation.
It didn't take long to feel a hand around my arm. Baltazar was staring at me with intensity.
— You can't run from me forever, Darcy. — he said, a bit lower than usual.
I glanced around — everyone seemed distracted by the music and the performance of a few circus artists. I followed Baltazar into the garden area, sitting beside him on the bench. I brought a small plate of food with me because the physician had advised I eat well, and I needed to follow her orders before I passed out again.
— Is your body doing better? You were never one to faint. Always strong. Even when you had a fever, you never acted like it. So it was... surprising. — Baltazar said while looking up at the starlit sky. He didn't have the courage to look directly at me.
— Well, it seems this baby is draining all my nutrients and leaving me weaker. I have to share my strength now, so... — I muttered while stuffing a few little cakes into my mouth.
There was a difficult emotion hanging between us — and I knew it. There was hurt in my heart. After hearing such cruel words, how could I be expected to react kindly?
— Darcy, I... — Baltazar started, rubbing the back of his neck. — I thought that if I said enough foolish things, you'd cut ties with us. — He ran a hand over his face and let out a deep sigh. — You're a king now. You have responsibilities. And being seen with a crew of criminals would only damage your image. People already doubt an Omega ruling — they expect you to fail. Especially considering you were raised by us. Any mistake you make, they'll blame it on your past. On us. I just wanted you to let us go.
I said nothing. I could remember every word — and it hurt deeply, even though I rationally understood there had been a reason behind the harshness. I wasn't ready to forgive him for making me feel so small.
— But when I saw you collapse, I realized you need trustworthy people around you — because you're surrounded by vipers, just waiting for the right moment. — He finally looked at me, gripping my free hand firmly. — When we were imprisoned, I realized I had left you alone among snakes. When Alexander came to us and said we should flee while you handled everything... I hesitated. I didn't want to leave you. But there were others who needed my decision. It was hard. — I returned the pressure of his hand, even though it felt suffocating.
— For months I waited for any word — nothing came. Just crumbs of information, nothing certain. Sleepless nights and regret for not coming back sooner. And then, finally, you sent me a letter — it eased my tormented heart. I thought about asking you to come with us... but you're safer here. Even if it's dangerous, the sea would take you faster. — Baltazar spoke with sadness in his voice. — Incredibly, for someone so badly raised, impulsive, and sharp-tongued... you actually fit the throne. I realized that the moment I saw you.
I swallowed the feeling.
— I'm sorry, Darcy. — Baltazar finally spoke. It was surprising—he never apologized.
I hugged the old sea dog.
— I was furious and wanted to punch you. I'm not forgiving you for being an idiot. But… I tried to run away. I wanted to get married and leave. But I don't think Alexander would survive without me. These people... need me. The people. — I buried my head against his chest. The man held me in a fatherly embrace.
— Yes, they need you. You'll be incredible. — The pirate said softly.
— Father… — I pulled back a little. — I need you in my life. You said yourself that you don't know what you'd do without trusted people around you—and it's true. Please, accept my offer. I don't want to feel alone in this world anymore.
Baltazar hugged me again and let out a long sigh. I relaxed completely into his shoulders as he squeezed me tight. I prepared myself for his answer—but this time I hoped it would be kind.
— I never expected to retire like this. I'll become your privateer, boy. But I'll do things my way—no uniform, not my style. And get me a new ship — that one's falling apart. — He ruffled my hair, undoing all the work the royal stylists had done.
— Yes. You'll have everything I can give. — I felt a wave of relief. After everything, I'd have people I loved close to me—at least to some extent.
— And thank the others—they did well trying to convince me these past few days. They wouldn't shut up. Damn annoyances. Bob was the worst—almost hit me. Who'd have thought that kid would rebel. — Baltazar chuckled sarcastically as I settled in.
So, I wasn't abandoned. At that moment, good feelings filled me.
— I love you, old man. — My words were as genuine as I could manage.
— I love you too, son. — It was the first time Baltazar said it—and it moved me deeply.
Damn these pregnancy hormones that had me tearing up so easily.
The others came by to check on me when they saw the conversation calm down. They collectively hugged me, making me feel special. Bob in particular hugged me so hard I could barely breathe—until a reprimand from Olma caught his attention.
— He's pregnant, you idiot. Don't do that. — Olma warned, feeling the same impulse.
— I missed you, geez. — Bob shrugged, uneasy. — I'm glad everything worked out, maaaajesty...
— Oh, heavens, don't call me that, please. It itches. — I gave him a gentle flick.
— Darcy, you should make your entrance to the ball. Alexander said we don't have much time left to chat. Better go play your part. — Baltazar reminded me. Honestly, I would have preferred to stay with them rather than face the insincere crowd.
But as the host, I had a duty—so I reentered the hall. I was swarmed like a moth to a flame. I did what I knew best: smiled, charmed, shared somber tales. Some insinuated about pirates or my life, and I answered with grace. In another moment, I'd have thrown punches at anyone questioning my integrity. But now, I needed to wield my charisma—damn, it was exhausting.
— Are you alright? If you need a rest... — Alexander seated me once more on the throne. He fed me gently and held my hands.
— Ah, Alex. I must persevere—but I'll sit for a bit. My feet are killing me. — I still needed to sit properly, which was a pain.
Alexander had to step away—his presence was needed elsewhere. I just wanted the night to end. That's when Cabelian, the prince of Diamont, seized the moment. He approached with a drink in hand.
— Your Majesty. — He offered an intriguing smile.
He was handsome. In other times, I would have perched firmly on his lap without hesitation. But now I was a new Omega, with loyalty, commitment, and the expectations of monogamy. The idea of a nautical concubine wouldn't have been bad… but I couldn't do that anymore. I wasn't a rogue.
— Forgive me for not giving you the attention you deserve. I understand the stigma you carry, and I want you to feel welcome. — I forced a gracious smile. — Right now, with my condition and an imminent marriage, I must be cautious.
— Yes, Your Majesty. It's well known. But there is an opening for a court consort. — His offer was bold, and his presence—subtle pheromones too—was compelling. — A stronger alliance might benefit both our kingdoms. And everyone welcomed us kindly. There's still some mistrust among the people— but over time, they'd grow accustomed to a powerful union.
— I'm sure you're right, Your Highness. But at this moment there's a baby on the way, and I believe there are other promising agreements we can pursue, don't you think? We can discuss further tomorrow. I'll hear your complaints and proposals. But please know I'm not planning to take another consort. — My tone grew firmer—I wanted my position clear.
— Of course, Your Grace. — Cabelian didn't back down. Whether he was annoyed, I couldn't tell.
— I'm glad you understand. — I relaxed just a touch.
Cabelian took my hand unexpectedly. We were relatively close—I hadn't expected the touch.
The scent filled my heart with strange, powerful sensations. Normally, I'd reject another's pheromones—especially now. But with Cabelian… my body accepted them.
— But… that doesn't mean I'm not interested in your proposal. It may seem surreal, but I think it was fate that brought us together. I sense a compatibility in pheromones—even though I'm pregnant. Wouldn't it be more natural to reject any Alpha who tries to court you? Or to not feel them clearly because of your condition? — Mahad made a point—and he seemed convinced.
— I already have a destined partner. — I pulled back my hand.
His scent wasn't unpleasant at all, and from the moment he was near me, I could feel a steady wave of it. It was enjoyable to my senses.
— Yes—your General. But that doesn't rule out the possibility of another. — He pressed on with confidence.
— I don't appreciate how this conversation is going, Prince. I'd like to be alone. — I replied sharply.
I didn't need to insist. Alexander was already returning. Cabelian had no choice but to step back. I felt puzzled and a lingering question hovered in my mind. Another destined partner? If finding one was hard enough—imagine two. Could there be any historical precedent to clarify this dilemma? Impossible.
— What just happened? — Alex asked, concerned.
— He claims to be my destined mate. — I said, feeling numb.
— That's outrageous! If he's here for diplomacy, how can he say such absurd things? And he left his scent on you. — Alexander began to release his own scent, erasing any trace of the prince's presence. I started to grow uneasy.
— Let's push forward with our plans. We'll deal with this later, okay? — I stood up. I wanted the evening to end.
Everyone had danced, drank, enjoyed performances, and indulged in conversations about politics, economics—or who would marry whom. Light-hearted, courtly chatter.
— I'd like to make an announcement now that the ball is winding down. — I spoke firmly, and everyone turned their attention toward us. I held the alpha's hand tightly. — As many of you know, Alexander Belatrinelatrin is my fiancé, and soon will be my husband. The wedding will take place at the start of autumn, in three weeks. You are all invited. It will begin as a public ceremony and conclude at the palace.
So, yes—I would be marrying in the temple and proceeding in procession to the castle. All the people of the capital would witness our union.
And, naturally, I saved the most startling announcement for last.
— And we have mutual agreement. — Alexander stepped forward, facing the crowd. — I intend to renounce my claim to the throne. I will become King Consort to Albertin Gracy August of Raviera. He shall reign—for the rest of his days—as the first Omega to rule Raviera.
The crowd was stunned. And more so, Theodor was priceless. Did they think I'd be a pawn? Haha. Definitely not. If I intended to be subjugated by an alpha, I'd have run away long ago. Nothing against it—but after all William did, I want to take control of my life. Alex owed me that—for his family—and most of all, for all the bastards who condoned the deaths of my kin, especially my father.
There was uproar.
— This is an outrage! An Omega ruling an empire! — Marquess Alastor Farrel of the Frozen Mountains of Aretusa exclaimed.
— Show some respect to your king. — Alexander interjected firmly, sending waves of pheromones to those nearby, making some step back.
— But we cannot violate tradition! — another noble piped in.
Emotions flared.
— There is nothing in the laws stating an Omega cannot rule. — I took a few steps down the stairs, locking eyes with each face. — However, there are laws requiring respect and obedience to the rightful monarch by blood. My blood. I descend directly from my father, Arthur Ferry August of Raviera. Are you opposing the lineage of blood?
With a wave of my hand, the guards stiffened—armed and alert. Tension filled the air within seconds. Baltazar and the others looked on, amused—but knew better than to joke now. The delegation from Diamont, on the other hand, seemed intrigued by a strong Omega ruler.
The nobles were split. Those inclined to accept my reign began whispering.
— The king has already proven his capability by eliminating the threat. William was a terrible ruler—and he was an Alpha. Since Your Grace took the throne, changes have begun in such a short time. — A ducal Alpha, Sarah West, stepped forward.
Others murmured agreement.
I signaled the guards to stand down. The threats eased.
— All I ask is a vote of trust from you all. I will not seize property from those who deserve it—only follow the law. And for those involved in my brother's schemes, know that justice comes first. I will follow my father's principles. Many were unhappy with how he governed—but he brought peace and harmony. Now, we face turmoil and our people feel afraid. — My tone steeled with resolve. — I am ready to listen to your demands and meet them reasonably.
Many remained hesitant—but I was pleased the majority was yielding. The conservatives weren't convinced—but I planned a conciliatory governance for now. To address the wrongs of William and proceed in a better way.
— Well, good night to you all. May my wedding become the greatest celebration Raviera has ever known.
At last, I withdrew with Alexander. I could bear no more. I squeezed his hand. There would be resistance—but I was ready to crush every opposition by any means necessary. Even though I wanted to be like my father—sometimes I was prepared to use force for what I believed was right.
To be continued...