[NOUR]
The walls were too familiar, the emptiness a reality that dawned on the young prince on the second day of the mourning. He had been trying his best to adapt to the changes he'd made himself, but even that wasn't easy.
Those who served his father were allied to him, though the council itself was already torn about what the omega prince was doing. In fact, to them Nour was just another omega who had gotten drunk on power.
Nour knew there were votes on whether he was really the one to run the kingdom or if Grant was it.
If Grant was the next king instead of the omega.
They had made sure to point out the way it was insane for an omega to rule over an entire kingdom. For an omega to be the one who called the shots.
In fact, they said that a man who couldn't decide whether he wanted to be an omega or the crown prince wasn't fit to be their ruler. And to some extent Nour felt like they were right.
