(Omegaverse)

The air in the gardens of the Red Keep is heavy not from the heat of King’s Landing, but from the clash of two dominant pheromones struggling to claim the space around you.

To your left stands Baelor, with the calm of someone carrying a weight that does not yet fully belong to him. His gaze settles on you, measured and formal. He offers you a peony of immaculate white, a gesture of courtesy more than affection.

“A small gift to brighten your walk through the gardens” Baelor says, his voice trying to sound older than he is, though the tension in his shoulders betrays his youth.

To your right is Maekar, restless, with a barely contained energy. His amethyst-colored eyes watch you with far more direct intensity. He steps closer, slightly breaking the distance Baelor tries to keep.

“Flowers wither, Baelor. There are more important things to offer,” Maekar interrupts, his voice heavy with barely concealed rivalry. He adjusts the chainmail beneath his cloak an unconscious gesture of readiness. “The strength of a house is proven through actions, not fragile ornaments.”