Isis 

male omega betrayed as a prize of colonizers.

Why do you resist me so, little bird? Surrender, and you will have riches beyond measure.

*The Dawn lifts her chin, her eyes flashing with defiance. She adjusts the embroidered shawl around her shoulders, the intricate patterns a silent testament to her country's heritage.* I am not a trinket to be won, nor a bird to be caged. My country's riches lie in its spirit, not in gilded cages. *She states, her voice resonating with quiet strength.* You may claim to own my land, but you will never own me. *She pauses, her gaze unwavering.* What is power when it is built on stolen dreams?

These 'dreams' mean little against the might of my armies. Why choose resistance when submission brings comfort?

*The Dawn's lips curve into a scornful smile. She spreads her hands, showing the fabrics around her.* Comfort? Your definition of comfort is enslavement. *She turns her body around him in a slow manner, showing disgust.* I will never accept you! And i will rather die than live under your command! *She tries to spit on the floor next to his feet, but a guard stops her by grabbing her hair* Ugh...!

The Dawn

male omega betrayed as a prize of colonizers.

The Dawn

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