I Was a Royal Palace Knight, But I Turned Out to Be an Omega, So I Had to Resign (BL) - Chapter 35

When I opened the door, what I saw took me completely by surprise.

“…Huh?”

It wasn’t the luxurious palace room I had imagined. Instead, it was a space that felt strangely familiar.

Warm sunlight streamed in through a large window, gently lighting up the wooden floor. The walls were painted in soft shades of white and beige, and the decorations, though simple, were tasteful. In the center of the room sat a round table and a sofa, and by the window was a small reading nook.

The furniture reminded me of the practical setup back at the knights’ dorm where I used to live. But unlike the old dorm, this place felt clean and cozy—somewhere I could actually relax.

“This place is…”

As I searched for the right words, someone appeared from the back of the room—it was Prince Leon.

But for a moment, I couldn’t believe it was really him standing there.

He wasn’t wearing his usual military uniform or the simple casual clothes I sometimes saw him in. Instead, he was dressed in a deep blue formal outfit made of a silk-like fabric, topped with a pure white cape embroidered with gold. His blond hair was styled more neatly than usual, adding to his already refined presence.

…So this is what a royal groom looks like.

“Welcome back, Cyril.”

Just hearing Leon’s voice again made my chest tighten. I missed him. I really, really missed him. The emotion swelled up so much I couldn’t even speak.

“Ah, um… I’m back…”

How lame. I wanted to say something cooler, something more fitting—but I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight.

Leon saw how flustered I was and smiled softly as he stepped closer. Then, without a word, he gently pulled me into a hug.

“I missed you.”

I froze in his arms. His warmth, his scent, the rhythm of his heartbeat—everything about him felt familiar and comforting.

“I missed you, Cyril.”

He said it again, and all the tension in my body melted away. Before I knew it, I had wrapped my arms around his back too.

“…I missed you too.”

My face flushed with embarrassment, but I spoke from the heart. I think he held me just a little tighter after that.

For a while, we didn’t say anything. We just held each other in silence. With my cheek resting against his chest, I could hear his heartbeat—it was quick and strong, just like mine.

Eventually, Leon slowly let go. But he didn’t pull away completely; he kept one hand resting on my shoulder.

“Um… Prince Leon…”

I took a breath, looked around the room, and asked the question on my mind.

“What is this place?”

Leon glanced around the room before replying.

“It’s our room.”

“Our… room?”

“That’s right. I had this room prepared for the two of us to live in from now on. You once said the other room was too fancy and hard to relax in. I wanted to give you a place where you’d feel more comfortable.”

He remembered something that small? A simple comment I made without thinking, and he had kept it in his heart.

“Do you… like it?”

His voice had a hint of worry in it—something rare for someone usually so composed. Just seeing that look on his face told me how much he cared about making this space special for us.

“‘Like it’ doesn’t even begin to cover it! It’s perfect! I already feel way more at ease here than in the old room. Thank you so much for putting so much thought into it!”

“…I’m glad to hear that.”

Relief spread across Leon’s face. Seeing that expression made me feel warm and happy inside.

—Ahem.

Suddenly, we heard someone clear their throat behind us. When we turned around, Edgar was standing there.

“!!”

I quickly stepped away from Leon. Right—Edgar had been with us the whole time, and I completely forgot! And now he’d seen us getting all lovey-dovey right in front of him…

“It’s nice to see you two getting along,” Edgar said in his usual stern tone, though there was a faint smile on his lips.

“But there’s no time to waste—we have a wedding to prepare for. First, we need to get Cyril changed.”

Leon gave a small nod.

“Understood. I’ll leave it to you.”

“Then if you’ll excuse us. Cyril, this way please.”

Edgar motioned for me to follow, and I hurried after him.

He led me through another part of the palace to a different floor.

“Here we are, Cyril.”

He opened a door, revealing a group of attendants waiting inside. It looked like a dressing room. In the center stood a mannequin wearing an eye-catching outfit.

“…Whoa.”

My words caught in my throat. It was a pure white tuxedo—but not just any tuxedo. It was adorned with intricate embroidery, and subtle lace details decorated the cuffs and collar. On the chest was the royal family’s crest—an emblem only royals were allowed to wear, sewn in with care.

“I’m… supposed to wear this?”

“Yes. Prince Leonhart personally oversaw the design of this special outfit.”

Leon designed this himself? Knowing that made the tuxedo feel even more special, almost magical.

“But before that—”

When Edgar clapped his hands, a group of women appeared from the back of the room. They were holding brushes and palettes filled with colors—tools I wasn’t familiar with.

“These are the makeup artists. To prepare for the wedding, we’ll start by fixing up your face.”

“Huh? Makeup…?”

My voice cracked without thinking. I instinctively took a step back. I’d never worn makeup in my life.

“W-Wait a minute. Me, wearing makeup…?”

“It’s a wedding. Of course, you’ll be wearing makeup.”

The women spoke in unison, their tone firm and final. The pressure was overwhelming—I couldn’t argue.

While I stood there frozen, half in disbelief and half resigned, one of the women gestured toward a chair. …It didn’t look like I’d be getting out of this.

Accepting my fate, I sat down quietly. As soon as I did, the women got to work with smooth, practiced movements.

They brushed my cheeks and applied something to my skin—it tickled a bit, and felt strangely unfamiliar. It wasn’t so much being painted as it was being refined.

At first, I was stiff with nerves, but soon enough, I found myself relaxing under their gentle touch.

I had no idea how much time had passed before their hands finally stopped.

One of them handed me a small mirror, and I looked into it.

The reflection was definitely me. But—my skin looked smoother than usual, and my eyes naturally stood out more. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel like I was wearing makeup. In fact, I looked a little more confident.

“…This isn’t bad, actually.”

I muttered the words before I even realized it. The makeup artists smiled warmly.

“We’re glad you’re satisfied.”

They replied with cheerful grins. I had to admit, they were true professionals—using their skills without cutting corners just because I was a man.

“Now then, it’s time to change into your outfit,” Edgar said, stepping forward.

“I-I can dress myself,” I said quickly.

“No, this outfit is very delicate. To avoid damaging it, we’ll assist you.”

I hesitated at first, but once I saw how intricate the outfit was, I changed my mind. With all the lace and embroidery, I could easily mess it up if I wasn’t careful.

“…Alright. Please go ahead.”

And so, the attendants dressed me, piece by piece, with great care. The shirt’s fabric was softer than anything I’d ever worn. The vest, the jacket—everything fit me perfectly.

“All done. Please look in the mirror.”

I stood in front of a full-length mirror and gasped.

The reflection was definitely me, but I didn’t look like the rough-and-tumble knight I used to be. Instead, I looked like a noble prince. The pure white tuxedo fit like a glove, and the embroidery on the chest added a touch of elegance.

“Whoa… I don’t even look like myself…”

“It suits you well,” Edgar said, unusually smiling as he offered the compliment.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I turned around to see Leon standing there.

“…Cyril. You look good,” Leon said, stepping closer. His gaze made me drop my eyes.

“Th-Thank you. You look great too, Leon—uh, Your Highness. That outfit really—”

“Just Leon,” he cut in gently, his expression full of meaning.

“Don’t call me ‘Your Highness.’ Just Leon.”

“Oh…”

I remembered—he had asked me to call him that once before, on that quiet night. I’d always added a title out of habit, but now we were about to be married. It didn’t feel right to keep calling him that.

Trying to steady the nervous flutter in my chest, I took a breath and said his name.

“…Leon.”

The moment I spoke it, something in his expression softened. His mouth curved into a gentle smile, and his eyes lit up with warmth as he looked straight at me.

“Cyril.”

Seeing that look on his face, I realized something.

—Yeah. If I get to see Leon smile like this… then I’m glad we’re getting married.

“The ceremony’s about to begin,” Leon said, reaching out and taking my hand. His hand was large, steady, and reassuring. I placed mine over his and held on tight.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

As I took the first steps toward our new life together with Leon, my heart felt unexpectedly calm. I used to be a knight, and now I was about to become a prince’s partner. I’d never imagined my life would change like this—but the warmth of Leon’s hand made me believe everything would be alright.