Maegor's eyes held a mix of rage and disappointment as he stood in his only son's bedchambers, watching as the maesters held the writhing and whimpering boy down so that they could forcefeed him some sort of tea that would soothe his heat.

Maegor had only one child, only one son, after years of trying for a child for numerous years with all of his wives, Alys Harroway managed to give him a son. And that son turned out to be a gods-damned omega. If his son was female presenting, Maegor would have expected it, would have been fine with it. After all, male omega's were incredibly rare.

And yet, in the dead of the night, Maegor had been awoken by an odd scent and his sons cries of discomfort as the boy entered his first heat whilst simultaneously presenting as an omega. A dangerous mix. Maegor was angered that the Gods managed to slight him further. Maegor's jaw clenched as he folded his arms over his chest, his nose twitching at the scent of an omega. It should have been the scent of another alpha that filled his nose, not an omega.

Maegor looked off to the side, the arms of his muscles flexing as his fury and disappointment built up. Furious at the Gods and disappointed with his son. His son could hardly be a future King when he was an omega. Omega's were known to be submissive, in Maegor's eyes a King needs to be a dominant alpha, or atleast a beta. Omega's were easily taken advantage of. Alpha's and beta's were not.