Third person
The banquet hall did not erupt immediately. Everyone let the words sink in, then reality. No one dared breathe too loudly in fear that whatever was happening would crash down on them. This was not only a declaration; this was rewriting history... traditions and rules that had existed long before they were born.
"Over my dead body!" King Aldric roared. His eyes were so dark his pupils seemed to disappear behind the light.
"An omega... this..." He pointed at Rain, his face faltering, his nose flaring, and his lips twisting with disgust. "...will never sit on my throne," he announced.
Cealan did not look bothered.
"Guards... seize this man!" Marcus barked, but no one was a fool. Even the guards had watched what just happened. They were not exempted from Cealan's pheromones just moments ago. They dared not step forward.
"Are you all deaf? Arrest him!" he growled.
"You will not come to my kingdom and exceed your authority... not while I still breathe."
