"Your Majesty!"
Dominic was engrossed in discussion with Agravaria's Minister for External Commerce and Inter-Kingdom Trade when he turned to see an omega rushing his way. His nostrils flared with irritation, heightening by a whiff of confusion when the guard reached them; panting and his physical appearance looking out of shape. Dominic guessed he'd no doubt run the entire six flights of stairs up here instead of taking the elevator — which was prohibited for omegas anyway, except for important dignitaries and members of the royal families.
His eyebrows shot up in worry. "What's the matter, Gaston? Did something happen?"
"Your Majesty," pant, pant. "I've been instructed to tell you," pant, pant. "That Princess Sabrina — "
"Speak properly, young man," the Minister groused, equally irri
