A General's Guide: How To Survive Marriage with a Sickly Prince

"My 3rd son-" "I want the first." "But my 3rd so-" "I want the first." "You do know that my 3r-" "I still want the first" "..." The King looked at his third son, crowned as one of the most beautiful omega in the continent, then at his first son, a sickly twig beta that's known for his tardiness. Slowly he turned to look at the General. "General no offense but, did you perhaps hit your head?" "I did, six days ago." "..." Meanwhile the first prince was leisurely watching the recording from a magic projectile. Taking a sip from his tea, a devilish smile smeared his pale lips. "Threatening to rip his d*ck off really worked. I should've just used it back then, oh well. I'll be sure to use it a hundred times this time around. Not that he has a choice."