[Three Months Later—Empire-Wide Chaos / Rynthall Estate, Late Morning]
It had been three months since Silas Rynthall nearly declared war on the temple.
Three months since Lucien made a wish under a shooting star, the kind of wish only fools and lovers believed in.
And in that time, peace had held.
Mostly.
That is—if you didn't count the fact that the ENTIRE EMPIRE had collectively lost its mind. Because somewhere between tea time and morning gossip, a certain secret slipped out.
There was a rare male omega.
He was pregnant.
And he was married to the most terrifying man in the country.
In short—the world lost its entire damn mind.
Newspaper Headlines Across the Empire, they're much more dramatic than our pregnant Lucien.
THE ROYAL ROAR – "DUCHESS WITH A D*CK?!" Empire Confirms Existence of Rare Male Omega at Rynthall Estate. Public Faints. Scholars Cry.
