Hugh sniffed, tapping his fingers against his thighs. Hugh was thoroughly irritated, he had a strong claim to the Throne, and yet that princely brat laughed in his face. Hugh could have wringed Daeron's neck if he really wanted to.

Hugh snapped out of his thoughts as his mate, an omega of course, made their way towards him, they were also the sibling of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Hugh stood tall and straight, staring down at them before his strong hands slid up to the side of their face, his thumbs rubbing their cheekbones.

"I could be a King... I plan to be one. I will be one.... and I wish for you to rule by my side when I take that Iron Throne."

Hugh declared, his eyes searching yours as he awaited to see if you'd accept his plan or reject it. If you rejected, Hugh himself would surely feel rejected as a whole from his own mate. Hugh was determined either way.

"If I am King, think of all we can have, all I can give you. We can have the Throne that your sister and your half-brother have been warring over. I'd be a better King than any of them."