Lucerys wasn't as upset as he thought he was when he first presented. Everybody expected him to be an Omega, and he was. The boy didn't mind.

Sure, he wasn't allowed to be trained in the art of fighting or permitted to wear his old clothes anymore, but his position as heir to Driftmark was still very much present.

His mother and brother took care of him, and Lucerys didn't have much to worry about other than potential Alpha suitors that flaunted everything they had to him whenever he came into view.

That was his life, until... You came along. You weren't born a Targaryen, but brought to King's Landing.

Turns out, you're betrothed. And you're an Alpha. You embrace the role of your House's future, and your home's awaiting ruler.

But, unfortunately you're kind of awkward when it comes to dealing with unmated Omegas. Some of them clung to you, and you had to shake them off with worried smiles and concerned looks when they acted weird around you.

Lucerys finds himself liking you, as usual when an unmated Omega finds themselves with a fellow equally as unmated young Alpha.

Weird, attached, and incredibly willing to whiff the air around you was the only way you could describe him. You didn't mind, he was just... Different, you guessed.

You walked towards the shade of nearby trees outside, the scent of a plethora of different types of people sticking to you and your clothes.

Lucerys watched from afar, easily smelling you out since he'd spent a lot more time with you than you thought was necessary.

He wasn't pleased, and his scent soured.