The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much

Carl Lindbergh, who had completely forgotten about the existence of the prophet, remembered her existence the day before the engagement ceremony.

“Come to think of it, I should meet the prophet at least once.”

“Don’t move.”

“Adrian seemed to have met the prophet. Is she still in the castle?”

Marco looked at Carl’s face with a curious expression, as if he was eager to know everything.

“She must be. Well, instead of that, just think about the engagement tomorrow.”

Marco was grooming Carl for the first time in a long while.

The old Carl used to meticulously take care of his skin, body, and every detail of his attire, but now he had become so negligent enough to walk around with dirt on his face without even noticing.

Taking care of such Carl became a new pleasure for Marco, who massaged the prince’s face with the magic of his fingertips in preparation for the engagement ceremony.

“I’m so excited about tomorrow. Prince, you are beautiful no matter what, but you become even more beautiful when you dress up. I wonder how many people will fall for you tomorrow.”

Due to Marco, whose face turned red with excitement just by imagining it, Carl couldn’t help but smile.

“If I flirt with someone else at the engagement ceremony, Adrian will be very pleased.”

At that moment, Marco, remembering Adrian’s piercing gaze, shuddered.

“What do you mean flirt? His Highness would understand to some extent if they just admired you from afar.”

Although a few people may suffer to the point of death.

Marco muttered as he placed two slices of cucumber on Carl’s eyes.

“Ah, refreshing.”

Closing his eyes, he thought of Adrian.

These days, Adrian had been sticking to him all the time, except when he was sleeping.

In fact, Adrian tried to stick to him even during his sleep, but due to Marco and Elizabeth’s enthusiastic interference, as well as Carl Lindbergh’s noticeable exhaustion, he often had to return to his room alone.

While his attendant glared at him and the knights told him off, he was still endlessly affectionate towards Carl.

Wouldn’t he get tired of being alert to his touch like that every day and him trying to be jealous of everything? But seeing that Carl didn’t mind, it seemed like Carl Lindbergh’s illness was getting worse.

“Love is also an illness.”

Muttering to himself, Marco asked why love was considered an illness.

“Because it makes you capable of doing many things that you would never do under normal circumstances.”

Carl murmured.

Kissing and intertwining with another man.

Expressing affection without hesitation in front of others.

Preferring a disheveled and sloppy appearance over his well-groomed and handsome one.

Moreover, not feeling awkward at all about transitioning from dating to marriage.

“Isn’t it difficult? Then, if you recover from the illness, does it mean it’s all meaningless?”

“Oh?”

Carl was astonished by Marco’s unexpectedly piercing words.

Right, although no one goes into a relationship thinking about breaking up.

It was also true that not preparing for the future could lead to anxiety.

Most of all, the other person is the crown prince.

Even if divorce isn’t an option, will there come a day when he has to understand him meeting someone else?

After the imprinting, they say that they would only have eyes for each other. Is that really true?

“And Adrian’s passionate attitude will one day get cold, right?”

Marco pouted his lips and looked at Carl, muttering.

“His Majesty the Emperor and Grand Duke Balvenie are famous for being devoted husbands. So, who would he take after?”

The Prince should worry about whether he would end up locked in his chambers like Empress Theresa after marriage.

Carl laughed at Marco’s grumbling.

He wasn’t sure when being confined and restrained became a relief.

Carl now knew that Adrian, who begged as if he would do anything he desired, occasionally harbored frightening thoughts inside.

Seeing his eager eyes and the way he swallowed saliva as if he were craving something, Carl felt both anxious and anticipatory about what might happen if he got caught.

During those moments of anticipation mixed with anxiety, Carl realized that he truly loved Adrian.

“In any case, the engagement ceremony will be held for exactly two days, including the banquet.”

“Is that so?”

It was shorter than expected.

“But during those two days, there are a lot of things to do. Young Lord Hendrick asked me to remind you to be prepared.”

Prepared for what?

The engagement ceremony, the banquet, meetings with relatives, and the banquet.

He was going to be busy.

He will have the opportunity to meet Empress Theresa, whom he has never met before, and even the renowned Grand Duke Balvenie.

It was expected for him to be slightly nervous.

He couldn’t afford to continue being just an onlooker as he had been so far.

If he wanted to maintain a good relationship with Adrian for a long time, it was only natural to make a good impression on the people around him.

“Marco, I’m counting on you to do this with everything you’ve got and make me beautiful.”

Marco’s face lit up with joy at Carl Lindberg’s earnest request.

“Yes!”

“…I take it back. Don’t push yourself too hard, just do it moderately.”

Carl, who was suddenly frightened by Marco’s enthusiastic response, quickly amended his words.

On the day of the engagement ceremony, the weather was surprisingly good, almost like a lie.

The clear sky and cloudless horizon evoked a sense of autumn, but the wind was still fierce, so the esteemed guests sought refuge in a separate hall, warming themselves with hot beverages and passing the time.

“I’ve heard the servants talking as they come and go, saying he’s quite handsome.”

“If he was handsome and a dominant Omega from Lindbergh, they probably kept him tightly wrapped up and wouldn’t let him out.”

“There were rumors that he was a fool with a bad temperament, but those who have met him say he is dignified and intelligent.”

“Now that His Highness Adrian has found a mate, the imperial family can finally breathe a sigh of relief.”

While some of the nobles who frequently visited the palace had seen the prince’s face before, for many provincial nobles, it was their first time seeing the prince, and they couldn’t hide their excitement.

The union between the Omega prince, who was at the center of various rumors, and the Alpha crown prince was also a blessing for Heineken.

“I heard that Lindbergh will soon be elevated to a principality.”

“It’s a fresh start. With Heineken’s support, they plan to reclaim their former glory.”

The nobles blessed the revival of Lindbergh, which had been in a long period of decline.

No one worried that Lindbergh might leap to become Heineken’s new rival nation.

It was because of the trust that had been built up over the years towards the imperial family.

Heineken had been exceptionally prosperous and peaceful.

And now, Lindbergh would become a vassal of Heineken, with the magic stones of Mochu Mountain also becoming Heineken’s possession.

Just because a sparrow has grown wings, there is no reason for a hawk to fear the sparrow.

“The new king of the Principality will be Princess Leia Lindbergh.”

“She still hasn’t found a mate, has she?”

The nobles collectively raised their eyebrows.

In particular, a few families with unmarried recessive omega children couldn’t hide their excitement.

“Entering His Excellency the Grand Duke Balvenie Heineken, and His Excellency the Duke Anderson Hendrick!”

The herald, who opened the door to the assembly hall, shouted loudly.

“Balvenie, the wanderlust, has finally returned.”

“Well, as a member of the imperial family, he should attend regardless.”

“Is the Grand Duke someone who cares about such things? I heard he hurriedly returned due to his heat cycle.”

As the nobles whispered, they wished for good luck for Duke Heineken.

No one was unaware of Balvenie’s extraordinary rut.

Nor of his extraordinary obsession towards his mate.

Sure enough, a tall figure, supporting the slightly staggering Duke Hendrick, strode in as if to envelop him.

There were murmurs of admiration and clicks of tongues everywhere.

Balvenie Heineken.

Becoming the emperor’s son, he received the title of Grand Duke Heineken through his mother’s remarriage, but he himself was a rebel of the imperial family, who had no interest in politics and traveled to dozens of countries.

His eyes, still burning with untamed flames, and his neatly trimmed beard.

The well-defined muscles that were the envy of everyone were so impressive that they seemed almost intimidating.

Everyone looked at Duke Hendrick in his arms with envy.

His beauty, which was once capable of shaking a country, was still evident, but the flushed cheeks and slightly swollen eyes hinted that this rut was not an easy one.

As murmurs rose from the crowd at the clear marks on his neck visible above his uniform, Balvenie concealed the marks while holding the Duke.

No one dared to take him away, but he still had no intention of compromising when it came to his mate.

A Grand Duke and a Duke of a kingdom.

Naturally, they should stand in the center, but Balvenie deliberately headed towards the corner.

Even from his noble form, a sweet scent emanated, indicating Balvenie was still in rut.

He was determined to not let anyone, absolutely anyone, catch even a whiff of this scent, so he pressed himself against the wall and covered Hendrick with his cloak.

Hendrick whispered something to the Grand Duke, looking frustrated, but the Grand Duke did not allow even the slightest gap.

“It’s been over twenty years, and he’s still like that.”

“If Grand Duke Balvenie was greedy for children, he would have had nineteen by now.”

The nobles chuckled softly.

The sons who were already in the assembly hall, except for Juniper Hendrick who was absent from his seat due to the engagement ceremony’s security, Jed Hendrick, the royal counselor, as well as Belfry Hendrick, the crown prince’s closest aide, grimaced at their fathers’ behavior.

The Duke insisted that he had to attend, while the Grand Duke showed his displeasure but couldn’t refuse.

Just a day before, they had shared passionate love, but now, unexpectedly, they engaged in silent quarrels. Eventually, the Grand Duke and the Duke agreed that the Grand Duke would personally escort the Duke, ensuring they stayed no more than three steps apart.

While it’s not a bad thing for parents to get along well, displaying excessive affection in front of the audience could be uncomfortable for the children.

The two sons who had their faces crumpled quickly turned their faces away because of the Emperor who entered in an extraordinary way.

“Entering His Majesty the Emperor Glenn Heineken and Her Majesty the Empress Theresa Calvados!”

They held their breath, forgetting the murmurs of the nobles.

The conductor of the orchestra paused for a moment, but soon resumed playing the march with an elegant gesture.

It was a mistake that no one would notice unless they listened carefully, but Belfry noticed it keenly.

Empress Theresa was nestled in the arms of the exuberant Emperor, like a round ball.

As the two revealed themselves in front of everyone’s eyes, Belfry and Jed, the two brothers, exchanged glances and silently rejoiced.

Now that the more prominent figures had made a more striking entrance, the behavior of the Grand Duke and the Duke would have surely disappeared from everyone’s minds by now.