As if those chaotic gifts weren't enough, the very next day I heard that a festival was going to be thrown… on my name.
I couldn't believe my ears.
Apparently the entire capital had decided that the pregnancy of the "Royal Omega" was now a matter of national importance. The streets were already being decorated. Banners were being sewn. Musicians were rehearsing. Bakers were preparing celebratory pastries shaped like tiny crowns and suspiciously round bellies.
And I was sitting in the palace dining hall trying to process the fact that I had somehow become the center of all this madness.
I mean… really?
I really was the most important person in the kingdom right now, and even the king couldn't compete. An ordinary orphan omega had grown into this, and so many things had happened in the past year that I still couldn't keep up, even though I was the center of it all.
Now if you ask me what I think about the festival—
I hate it.
Absolutely hate it.
