The Princess And Her Peasant

*ABO Universe* In a world in which there is a second gender where females and males are divided into three categories as alpha, beta and omega. The rankings also speak of superiority, power and dominance. Alphas are the highest in the hierarchy, then betas and at last, omegas. In some cases, omegas are considered weak and incapable of holding power. So things become tense in Kingdom Euthoria when the firstborn to the King and Queen turns out to be a female omega. It becomes a threat to the throne as the Queen doesn't conceive a second child. In history, no omega has succeeded the throne. It isn't the King, Queen or the citizens that find his birth as a negative effect on the kingdom, but it is the royal elders who live with their traditions. So as the Princess turns eighteen years old, the elders suggest the Princess should marry another kingdom's alpha Prince and merge Kingdom Euthoria with the other. That is why the King and Queen decide to merge Kingdom Euthoria with the neighb

|Micah's Point Of View|When morning arrives, my mother wakes me up, and I know it is time to get the freshly baked goods to the palace as her knee pain doesn't let her move around. Though it is my first time going to the palace after years of spending my time in the village, I know that I've to do that for her—only this time.Sigh. But how much I hate that place... not because I disliked the King and Queen but the noblemen... I hate those creatures so much... They look down on us like we are some pieces of shit that don't even deserve to be under their feet. Can't they see that we are human too?I neatly stack the last box of bread in the cart. The horse tied to the front stomps its feet as if it is impatient for the journey. Our neighbour, who let us borrow the horse only for today, pokes out his head to see if all are good. I give him a thumbs up and get on to the front of the cart, so I can lead it out of the village to the town and then to the palace, which will be around two to

|Queen's Point Of View|"Did you send the soldiers to get his parents?" I ask my husband."I did. They will be here soon. But it's still a question, why on earth you don't want me to kill that bustard? He did enough damage for us, to the royal family and to the whole kingdom!" he exclaims. "Our Zoey was supposed to get decently married to that kid, Patrick. Now it's all crushed! No one would accept a marked omega! What do I do with my kingdom when there's no alpha successor?!" he is breathing heavily by the time he's done talking."Calm down, love. First, I am not sure what awaits us in the future. Second, we should be keen now. We shouldn't let anger take the maximum of us. I am sure the news has already reached every corner of the kingdom. There's nothing we can do about it. We will talk with that alpha's parents, and to answer your question, I didn't want to kill him... him... our daughter's mate." I calmly explain though it hurt me inside. I've been crying for hours till now, but

NEXT DAY |Princess Zoey's Point Of View| The silence in my room remains as it is. No one dares to speak a word, but their gazes linger on me. I clench and unclench my hands in order to not to freak out, but it seems in vain. The doors open, and my mother arrives in a hurry. She sees that I am awake and smiles softly. She walks to my bed as I look at her through my tired eyes, silently asking how on earth she's smiling when I am like this. "I am happy you are okay. You were unconscious for one day, but it turns out you were only sleeping in exhaustion." she soothingly says, trying to caress my hair, but I slap her hand away, much to everyone's surprise. "Don't act all sweet like everything's in order. Nothing is right." I say. "I-I know, sweetheart. But be grateful for your good health. We can slowly talk about this." she assures. "What did Prince Patrick say? Does he know that I got marked by a stray?" I ask. Mother sadly nods, and I look away. The worse has happened. What migh

|Princess Zoey's Point Of View|I immediately stand up when I see Prince Patrick. He bows his head in respect and glances at me with his infamous smirk, which I never saw during the period we dated. And seeing him in front of me, not even the slightest bothered by the breakup and remembering the lies he has told my parents... it makes my blood boil."Are you going now, honey?" my mother asks me, looking at my half-touched plate."Yes, mother. I think I better go now." I say, looking straight into Prince Patrick's eyes."I'll ask a guard to escort you down there," she says."No need. I will ask myself."I leave my food and walk past Prince Patrick without sparing a glance at him. But before I leave the dining room, I hear his voice ask my parents where I am going. Like he cares! Self-pretentious bitch! Aaa!It is pretty surprising, indeed, how I used to love him so much, but now I am loathing after him. But still, a small part of my mind doesn't want me to hate him...I walk down a cor