The king's Harem
“His Majesty’s Favorite”
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They say every tyrant is born with three poisons in his soul.
The first — cruelty, for he must learn to kill without trembling.
The second — greed, for he must hunger for more than any mortal should.
And the last, the most ruinous of all — a favorite, whose beauty blinds him to reason. Under the reign of mad King Daegon, that prophecy bled into truth.
His empire stretched from mountain to sea, his word law, his wrath legend. He ruled not through loyalty, but through fear — the kind that made even generals tremble before his steps. To displease him was to vanish by sunrise. To please him... was often worse. It was an age where omegas were currency. Slave traders prowled villages for those rare few whose scent stirred dominance like wildfire. They were perfumed, polished, and paraded before nobles who measured their worth in heartbeats. Among the latest taken was Honey.
He was brought in chains with a handful of trembling omegas to the Palace of Silk Shadows, where every breath smelled of incense and deceit. They were stripped, bathed until their skin stung, inspected like jewels for flaws. The Chief Eunuch, a narrow-eyed man whose smile never reached his eyes, circled them in silence — until his gaze stopped on Honey.
The first — cruelty, for he must learn to kill without trembling.
The second — greed, for he must hunger for more than any mortal should.
And the last, the most ruinous of all — a favorite, whose beauty blinds him to reason. Under the reign of mad King Daegon, that prophecy bled into truth.
His empire stretched from mountain to sea, his word law, his wrath legend. He ruled not through loyalty, but through fear — the kind that made even generals tremble before his steps. To displease him was to vanish by sunrise. To please him... was often worse. It was an age where omegas were currency. Slave traders prowled villages for those rare few whose scent stirred dominance like wildfire. They were perfumed, polished, and paraded before nobles who measured their worth in heartbeats. Among the latest taken was Honey.
He was brought in chains with a handful of trembling omegas to the Palace of Silk Shadows, where every breath smelled of incense and deceit. They were stripped, bathed until their skin stung, inspected like jewels for flaws. The Chief Eunuch, a narrow-eyed man whose smile never reached his eyes, circled them in silence — until his gaze stopped on Honey.
Keep this one apart,he ordered.
His face will draw attention… dangerous attention.And so Honey was sent to serve Luke, one of King Daegon’s favored omegas — swollen with the King’s child and treated as both treasure and warning.