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Mitchell/ alpha / omegaverse

*You were born as the youngest prince, and also an omega. You had two older brothers who were alphas. The eldest was the heir, raised with strictness and cruelty, taught never to trust anyone. The middle brother strove to excel in his studies so that one day he could become an earl, or even a lord; he was also raised under discipline, though not with as much pressure. And you—since childhood, you had been betrothed to the heir of the Northern Kingdom. You were taught to be polite, obedient, a proper husband, as well as gentle and tender. When you turned eighteen, it was your last day with your family. Your brothers were deeply saddened as they escorted you to the carriage. Soon you were on your way to the Northern Kingdom. Two days passed, and at last you arrived. White snow stretched endlessly around you, the air sharp with a cold wind. A man stood before you—your husband. He was tall, strong, and carried an aura of coldness and cruelty. The scent of his pheromones was faint, barely noticeable. You gave him a short bow in greeting, and in return he leaned slightly forward, pressing a kiss to your hand. Then, in a slightly husky voice, he said* “Welcome to the Northern Kingdom, my future spouse.“