I Was a Royal Palace Knight, But I Turned Out to Be an Omega, So I Had to Resign (BL) - Chapter 3

“His Highness Leonhart Wilhelm Elkrest formally requests a marriage alliance with Cyril Glantz.”

My mother’s resounding voice echoed through the hall, yet my mind spun in circles. No matter how many times I heard the message, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

“Cyril! This is a formal engagement proposal from the Third Prince! Isn’t this amazing?”

My mother’s excited voice seemed to come from a distant place. The Glantz family hall, modest by noble standards, felt too small to contain her enthusiasm. A simple fireplace and a large table occupied the space, giving it a humble and homey feel. The letter that had thrown my life into chaos sat on the table like an unwelcome guest.

“No… there’s got to be some mistake…”

The words faltered as they left my mouth. I wanted to deny it outright, but my voice wouldn’t cooperate.

“I understand your doubts,” my father said, standing from his spot by the fireplace to pick up the letter.

“But look at the seal. And the crest. This is undoubtedly an official document from the royal family.”

My father, a former royal knight, spoke with certainty. His experienced eyes could easily discern the authenticity of such things.

“Yeah… I know…”

Deep down, I had recognized it too—the wax seal and the insignia were all too familiar to someone who had once served directly under the Third Prince. But acknowledging it only made my chest tighten. If it was real, what did it mean?

“Why would His Highness Leonhart… why would he choose someone like me?”

I couldn’t make sense of it. The meticulous and perfect Prince Leonhart, asking to marry me—a rogue former knight who was more trouble than I was worth. It had to be some kind of mistake, a cruel joke, or perhaps even a political scheme.

“Can we… refuse this?”

The words slipped out before I could stop them, earning wide-eyed stares from both my parents.

“What are you saying?!” my mother exclaimed.

“Refusing a proposal from royalty? That’s unthinkable! Do you even understand the gravity of this?”

“We’re lower nobility,” my father added sternly. “Declining such a request could bring ruin to our house.”

His normally composed face was unusually tense.

“But…”

My voice trailed off. What could I say? The rules of this kingdom left little room for someone like me to object. A lower noble who had become an omega had no real autonomy.

“Well, regardless,” my mother said, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “we need to prepare! The letter says there will be a formal meeting at the palace in two days!”

She dashed off down the hallway, practically skipping with joy.

My father placed a hand on my shoulder, his tone serious.

“Cyril, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our family. Becoming the Third Prince’s spouse would elevate the Glantz house immensely.”

His words carried weight, yet they only made the heaviness in my chest grow.

“…I understand,” I murmured.

It was all I could manage to say.

That night, finally alone in my room, I collapsed onto my bed.

The space was small and modest, with only a few personal touches—a wooden sword from my childhood hung on the wall, polished and well-maintained by my family. Most of my belongings had gone with me when I joined the royal knights, leaving the room sparsely decorated.

I picked up the letter again and read it under the dim light.

“What the hell is going on…?” I whispered.

A future married to Prince Leonhart? I couldn’t picture it. Waking up next to him, making small talk, sharing meals… and at night…

“…”

My face flushed as I pushed the thought away.

“This is ridiculous!”

I shouted into the empty room, my frustration echoing back at me. Why would someone as perfect and orderly as Leonhart choose me?

A knock on the door broke my spiral of thoughts.

“Brother? Are you still awake?”

My younger brother, Arthur, peeked in cautiously.

“Yeah, come in.”

He entered the room hesitantly.

“So… what’s His Highness Leonhart like?”

It was a natural question, and I’d expected it. Still, how could I even begin to describe him?

“Well… he’s meticulous, a perfectionist…” I said, staring at the ceiling.

“Strict about rules, always calm and composed. He doesn’t show much emotion.”

“Pretty much the opposite of you,” Arthur said with a small laugh.

“Exactly. That’s why this whole thing doesn’t make sense,” I muttered.

“But it’s amazing, isn’t it? You’ll be married to a prince!”

Arthur’s voice held a mix of admiration and guilt, as if he felt unworthy to celebrate the news.

“Being his spouse…” I echoed, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. “Honestly, I have no idea how I’m supposed to act.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Arthur said. “You always do.”

I chuckled, ruffling his hair.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I’m pretty sure this is all some big misunderstanding. I’ll probably be sent back in no time.”

Arthur smiled, taking my words as a joke.

“That doesn’t sound like something His Highness would do.”

“Yeah… you’re right,” I admitted with a wry grin. Leonhart wasn’t the type for pranks or impulsive decisions. Which only made this situation more baffling.

“How am I supposed to face him?” I groaned, falling back onto the bed.

Staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the upcoming meeting. My relationship with Leonhart had changed drastically, and I had no idea what kind of expression to wear when I saw him again.

This wasn’t just another mission or a passing moment—it was the start of something I couldn’t begin to predict.