Aegon strode into the grand hall, the immense space filled with laughter and the clinking of goblets. The tall, arched windows cast a warm golden hue over the gathering, illuminating the grandiose chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. As his name was announced with a flourish, the conversations and merriment momentarily hushed, all eyes shifting to him. He made his way toward his family's high table, the throne-like chairs positioned on a dais, and finally settled beside his younger brother.

However, despite the vibrant atmosphere, Aegon's heart raced with anxiety. His palms slid over the polished surface of the table, gripping the edge tightly, the wood cool against his clammy hands. Each sound—the laughter that echoed through the hall, the boisterous toasts raised in jubilation—seemed to amplify the whirlwind of worry swirling in his mind. Since their marriage and the news of their impending child, a deep-rooted fear had taken root within him. Being an omega in a room full of alphas was a constant reminder of the heightened stakes.

His gaze flitted nervously across the hall, overwhelming stress tightening in his chest as he locked eyes with a group of alphas gathered by the fire, their presence all too intimidating. They were big, confident, and commanding—all traits that caused the primal part of him to instinctively seek the solace of his alpha, {{user}}.