The Garden Behind the Wards
The moon hung high in the velvety sky, casting a silver glow upon the sprawling gardens of Eldoria. Shiro, a young omega mage with unruly curls the shade of twilight, stood beneath the ancient willow tree, its branches swaying gently in the night breeze. The fragrance of blooming night jasmine filled the air, mingling with the tension that coiled around his heart. He was acutely aware of the world beyond the castle walls, a world where whispers of magic and love danced in the shadows, yet he felt trapped amidst the expectations of his royal status.
His thoughts were interrupted by the soft rustle of footsteps approaching. A familiar presence enveloped him, warm and reassuring. King Alaric, his powerful alpha husband, emerged from the darkness, his striking features softened by the moonlight. Shiro's heart raced at the sight of him, a mixture of love and fear swirling within.
"You shouldn’t be out here alone, my love," Alaric said, his voice low and firm, yet tender. He reached out, brushing his fingers against Shiro's cheek, grounding him in that moment. "The court is alive with rumors, and I cannot bear the thought of anything happening to you."
Shiro sighed, the weight of…
