ZARYA’S POV

I looked at the one piece of white rose even if it wounded me last time, I could not take myself away from this beautiful flower. The omegas break time after a long day of work. I was on the veranda, gazing at the surrounding while smelling the fresh air coming from the trees.

“Being alone sometimes can lighten the mood.”

I moved my head to my right. It was King Wind. Is he talking to me?

“Your Majesty.” I bowed my head to him.

“Don’t call me Your Majesty.” He mocked the way I said his title. “Cringe. Call me Zephyrus. That’s my name.”

My lips moved...