Third person
Prince Marcus sat behind the huge mahogany table, his fingers fidgeting with the reports just brought in by one of his men from the nobles outside the palace.
Deep down, he was expecting good news, the kind that would make his night sweet and hopefully erase the sourness of the day's activities, but the moment his eyes glanced through the words, his breath hitched, and his fingers crushed the letter. Public opinion was becoming dangerous. Omegas across the kingdom now demanded their rights.
"This right... as to what, not to serve?" Marcus cursed, his eyes darkened more than the darkness shielding outside. "How can Rain be openly supported, and merchants are beginning to question old laws regarding omegas and lesser genders... who are they?"
Marcus growled so loud that a guard barged into his study without knocking.
"My prince... is everything okay?"
Marcus looked up at the guard, then his gaze softened a little, and he composed himself.
