+16th Century, 1551. The Vredrivia Kingdom.
Loud cries of a newborn erupted inside the massive royal chamber which made everyone standing outside of the chamber that was waiting for their crown prince’s birth smile and cry in happiness and joy.
"It’s an Omega!" One of the midwives said with worry and fear in her eyes while passing the newborn baby to the queen of the Vredrivia Kingdom who was more drained than how exhausted a regular woman should feel after giving birth.
The reason behind this is that she was not capable of getting pregnant in the first place but she did her best and took a lot of medications and herbs just so that she can carry the crown prince or princess for her kingdom.
Her pregnancy was so rough and painful. Most of the doctors asked her to just stop trying because that could have been dangerous to her life and dangerous to the life of the baby in her womb, but she didn’t give up at all and kept trying until she succeeded in getting pregnant with the crown prince finally after years of trying but the only problem here…
The baby turned out to be an omega.
There were around twelve midwives present in that room taking care of their queen and helping her to push the baby out.
The queen Chantal Cyprian. The omega queen of the Vredrivia Kingdom. She was once the princess of the Ceva kingdom before she got mated and married to the alpha king of the Vredrivia Kingdom twenty years ago when she was twenty-two years old.
They both fell in love with each other when the king visited her kingdom. So they decided to get mated and married, but the king slowly started falling out of her love when she could not get pregnant after five years of trying and he didn’t tell her about this at all and continued trying just like she desires.
The king is now outside waiting with the rest of the royal palace members for any of the midwives to come outside and announce the news about their long-awaited crown prince.
"It’s an Omega prince" One of the midwives murmured to another midwife, disappointment, and fear could be easily detected in her low voice.
The queen was still fighting to catch her breath after long minutes of pushing the baby out and the hours that she spent in labor.
Her hair was messy and scattered all over her pillow. She was dripping sweat.
The moment one of the midwives passed her son to her, all her exhaustion vanished in the thin air when she held her newborn baby in her arms.