ALDRIC
The Omegas moved around my room in a quiet hurry. They folded shirts and packed them into my cases. Their hands shook when they touched my things. That always amused me. Power changed the air around a man. It made the walls listen and the floor stiffen. Even the sunlight felt different when it shone on the right person.
My clothes were laid out on the bed. Dark suits. Clean lines. Clothes that fit a man who shaped the world instead of waiting for it to shape him. They knew better than to choose anything less.
One Omega lifted a coat with both hands like it was some holy relic. Her eyes flicked to mine then flinched away. Respect and fear lived close together. Sometimes they were the same creature.
The door opened. A softer sound than the others. Familiar.
Elara stepped in.
The Omegas bowed at once. Their backs curved low. "Luna Elara."
