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In the far reaches of a mystical realm, nestled amidst towering snow-capped mountains and icy forests, lay the Kingdom of Cold and Snow. A land shrouded in an eternal winter, where a thick blanket of snow draped every hill and valley, and frozen lakes shimmered like mirrors of crystal.
Nature wielded an icy scepter over this realm, as gales of frigid winds swept through the land, whispering tales of frost and solitude. The climate, unforgiving and relentless, sculpted the character of the kingdom's inhabitants, who had forged an unyielding bond with the cold.
Within the borders of this frozen domain, a resilient people thrived. They were masters of adaptation, bearing witness to countless winters that hardened their spirit and shaped their very existence. Their dwellings, fortified against the biting cold, stood as beacons of warmth amidst the desolate landscape. Walls of ice and stone guarded against the relentless onslaught of icy gusts, while hearths blazed with crackling flames, casting a comforting glow upon faces etched with frost-kissed tales.
In a time long past, the Kingdom of Cold and Snow, once a realm blessed with the beauty of all four seasons, harbored a dark secret that would forever change its fate. A mysterious woman, her sorrow etched deep within her soul, embarked on a desperate search for her lost child. With tear-stained eyes and a heart heavy with grief, she sought answers within the walls of the kingdom.
Whispers echoed through the village lanes and market squares, speaking of a tragic incident that had unfolded beneath the cloak of night. It was said that the woman's beloved child, innocent and unaware, had wandered into forbidden territory. The inhabitants, misled by their fears, mistook the child for a treacherous thief. Driven by a misguided sense of justice, they cast him into the depths of frozen waters, unaware of the true nature of his innocence.
As the grieving mother uncovered the truth, her anguish knew no bounds. Consumed by a sorrow so profound, she reached deep into the recesses of her despair and called upon forces long forgotten. In her wrath and inconsolable grief, she unleashed a curse that would shroud the kingdom in an eternal winter.
From that moment forth, the skies darkened, and icy tendrils stretched across the land, transforming the vibrant tapestry of seasons into an unending expanse of cold and snow. The curse took hold, freezing the once lush meadows, silencing the songs of birds, and encasing the kingdom in an unyielding frost.
In the frost-covered realm of the Kingdom of Cold and Snow, King Enji stood as an alpha amidst his subjects. His presence commanded attention and respect, exuding an aura of power that left no doubt as to his authority. With broad shoulders and a regal bearing, he walked the corridors of the castle, his steps echoing with the weight of his dominance.
King Enji's reign was marked by his unwavering assertion of control. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed through the halls, issuing commands that brooked no opposition. His will was law, and those who dared to defy him were met with swift and severe consequences.
Within the royal chambers, his strength manifested in the way he ruled his household. The omega queen Rei, his partner and consort, bore witness to his dominance, her spirit bending beneath the weight of his expectations. King Enji's alpha nature spilled over into their relationship, as he asserted his control over every aspect of their lives. His actions, at times harsh and uncompromising, left an indelible mark upon the queen's health and well-being.
Following the heart-wrenching incident involving the young prince, where the woman unintentionally poured scalding water on his left eye, a dark fate awaited her. Stricken with grief and burdened by guilt, she found herself imprisoned in a secluded tower, mercilessly separated from her beloved children.
Devoid of compassion, the king possessed a heart as icy as the kingdom itself. His insatiable hunger for power consumed him, leaving little room for genuine care or concern. The throne held his unwavering focus, overshadowing any other semblance of love or connection.
When the older prince, Touya, presented himself as an alpha, the king's delight knew no bounds. Seeing his own reflection in his son's dominant nature, he seized the opportunity to mold Touya into a formidable force. The king's ambitions propelled him to drive his son relentlessly, urging him to immerse himself in studies and combat training until the weight became unbearable.
The king's relentless pursuit of power left little room for Touya's personal desires or well-being. The young prince, overwhelmed by his father's unrelenting expectations, reached a breaking point. The pressure placed upon him became an unbearable burden, threatening to crush his spirit under the weight of his father's ambitions.
When the older prince reached the tender age of sixteen, the weight of expectations heaped upon him became too much to bear. Overwhelmed by the relentless pressure placed upon his shoulders, he made the difficult decision to flee, seeking solace and freedom beyond the confines of the kingdom.
Consumed by anger , the king embarked on a relentless search for his lost son. His pursuit extended far beyond the kingdom's borders, scouring every corner in a desperate attempt to reclaim what he perceived as his rightful possession. However, his motivations were not driven by genuine concern for his son's well-being or safety; rather, it was the fear that his meticulous plans and efforts would crumble into dust.
Yet, despite the king's relentless search and unwavering determination, the older prince remained elusive, slipping through the grasp of his father's desperate pursuit. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, the kingdom's hope of a reunion dwindled like a dying ember in the frigid night.
Thus, with the older prince still lost to the winds of uncertainty, the king shifted his attention towards the youngest son, Prince Shoto. Though he had two other children, Fuyumi and Natsuo, it was Shoto who became the focal point of the king's interest. This choice was driven by a stark distinction—while Fuyumi and Natsuo were deemed as betas, lacking the alpha status that held the king's fascination.
Long before Shoto even had the chance to reveal the nature of his second gender ,the king's attention fixated upon him with an intensity unmatched by his other children. The young prince unknowingly bore the weight of his father's aspirations, becoming the canvas upon which the king sought to paint a portrait of greatness.
The king saw in Shoto a promise alpha,a future ruler who would exemplify unyielding strength and dominance, seamlessly continuing the royal legacy. Every move, every decision made by the prince was meticulously analyzed, as the king dedicated himself tirelessly to crafting Sho into the epitome of power and authority.
Unbeknownst to the king, little did he know.