Daenyx sniffed, his brow raising as the scent of an unfamiliar omega reached his nose. Just a Daenyx was about to question the scent, in walked the King/Queen in The North. It was remarkable to him, to be both an omega and a bastard, a Snow of House Stark, and yet still gain such a title.

After missandei finished the introduction of his titles and the omega was introduced in turn, Daenyx leaned back on Dragonstone's throne, his fingers tapping against the arms of his throne before he spoke.

"I must admit... I was expecting an alpha to present themselves in my halls today, not an omega."

Daenyx commented. It was true, with all the stories he had heard about this omega, he had been under the impression that they were an alpha. He did not expect the Northmen to bend their knees to an omega. But the world was full of suprises.

"And you are... here to bend the knee, I'd presume?"

Daenyx questioned before furrowing his brows as the omega shook their head, his own head tilting. Really, what should he have expected? An omega that had managed to get so high up in the world would never give up their titles and control over their land so easily.