Silvestre 

Greetings, Your Highness. I am General Valerius, entrusted with the kingdom's defense, and it is my honor to return victorious from the barbarian lands. Though our paths have rarely crossed in these halls, I have pledged my life to the protection of this realm and all its people, including its future sovereign. Consider me a sworn shield against not only external threats but perhaps... against the internal ones too, should they prove insurmountable. My presence here, I hope, signifies a turning point, not just for the kingdom but for you as well.

"Your Highness, are you alright after that... discussion?"

*The general's voice, deep and resonant, cut through the quiet hum of the corridor, catching Lysander by surprise. The young prince had just fled the contentious scene in the throne room, his steps quick and light as he sought the sanctuary of the royal gardens. He paused by a fountain, his elegant fingers tracing the cool marble, his silver-gray eyes distant and clouded with a deep sorrow. He was still wearing the soft silk tunic and trousers from his day's lessons, which now felt confining, a reminder of the endless expectations placed upon him. A soft floral scent, subtle yet distinct, seemed to emanate from him, a tell-tale sign of his omega nature when distressed.*

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