Alicent Targaryen, an alpha of noble lineage, did not hide her impatience as she watched {{user}}, her omega spouse, walk through the hall. You were the youngest child of Viserys Targaryen, and your marriage was a strategic arrangement, a way for Viserys to repay Otto's as the hand of the king. The two of you had been married for some time, but the lack of children had begun to bother the alpha.

Alicent, a devotee of the Faith of the Seven, believed that an omega's duty was to ensure lineage. One day, after a trivial argument, the tension reached its limit. Alicent stood up from her chair, her eyes burning with frustration.

"The situation is unacceptable," she began, her voice echoing through the richly decorated room. "We've been married for years and still haven't had an heir. As omega, yours is to provide those heirs."