Elena's morning began in a flurry of activity as she hastily prepared herself to attend to the Crown Prince. With nerves tingling, she dressed quickly in her burgundy dress, her hands shaking slightly as she smoothed out the fabric. Approaching the door to the prince's chambers, she took a deep breath to steady herself before raising her hand to knock.
Before her knuckles could make contact with the door, Patrick materialized out of nowhere, causing her to startle slightly.
"The prince is not in his room," he informed her briskly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Conflicted and uncertain of what to do next, Elena hovered near the door, deciding to wait for him. She could sense the curious and judgmental gazes of the other omegas as they watched her, their silent scrutiny amplifyi
