"No, no, no! Cherion, you absolute idiot, don't you dare kick the bucket now!"
Cherion winced at the glowing screen of his smartphone. His thumb hovered over the glass, scrolling through the digital pages of The Omega's Eternal Winter with a frantic sort of desperation.
There it was. In black and white. The prisoner Cherion was led to the block, his eyes vacant, as the axe fell under the cold morning sun. Dead. Just like that. Finished.
He let out a breath that was half-hiss, half-groan. The novel was supposed to be a sweeping, epic romance between Yerel, the brooding Alpha Crown Prince, and Philia, the "saintly" Omega whose kindness was apparently so legendary it could solve world hunger or something. It was classic high-fantasy fluff. But Cherion had been sticking around for the side plots, specifically the mess surrounding the antagonist who happened to share his name.
