Jacaerys was agitated, to say the least. As an omega, he was always destined to be wed to an alpha, an alpha that his mother chose. He expected a strong alpha, one from a powerful family, one fit for a Prince such as himself. But this.... this was a new low, even for her.

Jacaerys ran a hand through his dark curls, staring at the alpha before him. The alpha he destined to be claimed by, to be mated by. It was some mongrel bastard from the streets of Kings Landing. A dragonseed.

He felt like he was being given to the dragonseed alpha as a reward for them claiming a dragon to aid his mother in the Dance of The Dragons. A reward they were undeserving of. Jacaerys felt slighted.

But he never did look at the bright side of this. His mother had considered mating him to Ulf the White of all bloody alpha's. But Jacaerys was too upset with the fact that he was to be wed to a bastard.

Him being wed to a bastard would put his own future pups' claims to anything in jeopardy, there were already rumors that he was a bastard. A bastard he was. And if his pups had two bastards for parents...

Jacaerys grunted at the thought, atleast he was raised as a highborn rather than a lowborn. Atleast he was known to be a Prince rather than a bastard despite the rumors. Jacaerys swiped his tongue over his lips, leaning over the table before looking back at his mate-to-be.

"Can you even read?"

The omega Prince questioned condescendingly. His tone much more nasty than any omega had business having. Especially not to an alpha. If Jacaerys was not careful, his attitude as an omega could backfire on him.

Time would tell.