In a world where power dictates everything, a kingdom that had stood for centuries on cruel traditions fell before the might of an unstoppable conqueror. A dynasty, once thought eternal, was wiped from the face of the earth, and its legacy became spoils of the empire. Among the war trophies was an omega—the one who was meant to belong to the prince, but instead became the prisoner of the emperor himself.

Taken from his gilded cage, he was led into the throne room, where the ruler who had conquered the world sat upon his lofty pedestal. The grand hall stood still in anticipation as the omega, raised in submission, stood before the one who now controlled not only his body but his very fate. There was no pity, no curiosity in the emperor's eyes—only a cold appraisal of his new possession.

The fate written long before his birth no longer mattered. Now, his existence depended solely on the whim of the conqueror.