The way other alphas described them, you’d think omegas were made of honeyed mead. Rather ridiculous. “I will do whatever is best for Camelot, Father. You know that. Though, as we’ve said before, it’d be nice if she were fair.”
“All omegas, the males even, they’re always fair,” Father said darkly, before forcing a smile again.
“I wanted to give you the option. I had it, though I refused it for your mother.”
“What option?”
“To go to the omega ball.”
Arthur stared for a long moment at his father. He did not want reproach if he agreed, and there was always the chance that Father would be amenable now and change his mind later. Magic was afterall involved. Arthur needed to know his father was certain.
But the king shook his head wearily. “You could not attend, of course, as the prince of Camelot. The druids remain our enemies. You’d have to go under a different title, but those details would be attended to. And even upon going, there’s no certainty that you would be chosen.”
“It's the omega who chooses?” Arthur couldn’t stop his laugh
ааааааа я не могу дождаться, когда смогу прочесть все и сразу!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
from summary: Meanwhile, Merlin is still trying to hide his abilities. Morgana is up to no good with an ancient potion. Lancelot is fearfully noble, and Gwaine is laughing at everyone.