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Arc 1 – Omegaverse: The Hunter and the Omega Prince
Day 1 – Arrival
The light faded, and with it, the tug of interdimensional travel.
Kyle blinked against the sudden brightness. Above him stretched a sky so blue it looked rinsed clean — the kind of crisp, high-altitude air that made his lungs ache in a good way. Around him, mountains rose in layered shades of green and gray, their slopes broken by swaths of fruit orchards in full bloom.
He stood in the middle of a cobblestone path leading toward an estate unlike anything he'd seen in his previous hops — sprawling white walls with high-arched windows, peaked rooftops of deep slate, and banners hanging from the towers embroidered with a crest: a crowned apple tree in gold thread.
A small group of people was already waiting at the open gates.
The first was a man in his late fifties, silver hair combed back neatly, his frame straight despite the faint stoop of age. His coat was deep navy velvet, the high collar trimmed with pale fur. A narrow gold chain linked the top buttons. His eyes — a sharp steel-gray — flickered over Kyle in a swift assessment that softened almost instantly into something like… indulgence.
Next to him stood two young maids in pale cream dresses with puffed sleeves, aprons crisp as folded paper. One had her chestnut hair braided into a crown, the other's was in twin buns adorned with little red ribbons. Both looked as though they'd been holding their breaths in anticipation.
"Your Highness," the older man said, bowing. His voice was deep, warm, and faintly roughened with age. "Welcome home."
Kyle blinked. The System's text scrolled invisibly in the back of his mind. Identity: Second Prince, Omega. Current residence: Mountain orchard estate for 'health recuperation.'
Ah. So this was the Snow White start. Except, apparently, he was already being pampered before the plot even began.
"Mm… thanks," Kyle replied, lips curving in a faint, almost lazy smile. The maids' eyes went wide, and one actually pressed her hands together like she'd just been blessed.
The older man stepped forward, offering his gloved hand. "If you'll come with me, Highness, your rooms have been prepared. The journey must have been tiring."
Kyle glanced down at himself for the first time. His arrival outfit had shifted to match the world — and it was beautiful.
A white silk inner robe with a faint pearlescent sheen clung lightly to his shoulders, its neckline bordered in apple-blossom embroidery so fine it looked painted. Over it was a long, soft-gray outer coat, open in front, its edges weighted with small silver beads that clicked faintly as he moved. A thin silver chain circled his waist, ending in a teardrop of polished jade.
His hair — already long in the real world — was now slightly longer, falling just past his shoulder blades in sleek black waves, the top half pulled back with a silver comb shaped like apple leaves. A small curl of hair had slipped loose to brush his cheek.
Alright, Kyle thought, lips twitching. I look like I stepped out of a perfume ad.
They led him through the gates into the courtyard. The air was rich with the scent of blooming apple trees. In the distance, he could hear the faint trickle of water — a fountain, maybe.
As they passed through a side garden, a stable boy paused mid-step, nearly dropping the basket of apples he was carrying. "Y-your Highness," he stammered, flushing red from neck to ears.
The maids beamed at Kyle like proud older sisters. The older man — probably the steward — only looked faintly amused.
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Day 1 – Evening
His rooms were… ridiculous.
A spacious suite with polished darkwood floors, wide windows opening to a view of the mountains, and a four-poster bed draped in gauzy white canopy. A low lacquered table held a crystal bowl of fresh apples — deep red, glossy, perfect. The far wall held a wardrobe that could have doubled as a small room.
The maids set to work immediately.
"We've prepared warm water for Your Highness," one said, curtsying. The other was already laying out his sleepwear: a pale cream silk set, the loose shirt embroidered with silver thread in a leaf motif, the pants cut roomy for comfort.
As he stepped into the bath — marble tub, steaming water scented with apple blossom — Kyle thought about the plot. Omegaverse. Snow White. That meant…
The "hunter" should be arriving soon.
Somewhere out there, the prince essence was waiting.
Kyle leaned back against the smooth marble, water lapping softly against his collarbones. The steam curled lazily upward, catching the faint lamplight. He closed his eyes, lips curving faintly.
Let's see what form you take this time… stalker prince.
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