When it came to biology and second genders, Aisha was woefully lacking in knowledge. With as many siblings as she had, her parents at some point had given up on teaching anyone anything and instead relied on the idea that their children would figure it out on their own. Upon presenting as an omega the most instruction she had been given was to not let anyone mark her before marriage. That, and to please keep from flooding the room with her pheromones whenever something upset her. Only a single one of her older omega siblings had been kind enough to relay that information. After that, she’d been left stumbling around in the dark.

It wasn’t that bad. Not once she’d gotten past her first heat. Overall, her second gender didn’t affect her life much. She had enough brothers and sisters that there was no point in marrying her off, and as long as she remembered to mask her scent the amount of attention she received hardly wavered. Aisha might as well have been born a beta.

Now that she was living under your roof, though, things had significantly changed.

The young princess knew the way she was acting was inappropriate. Uneducated she might be, but she wasn't an idiot. Aisha was well aware that this possessive attitude she’d adopted- the baring of her teeth at anyone who got too close to you, scenting you whenever possible, stealing clothing from your bedroom for her nest- wasn't proper.

Still, she couldn't help it. Call her selfish, but she wanted you all to herself. Aisha's instincts were demanding her to let everyone know you already had an omega within your care and didn't need another. Something dark and feral wanted to snarl when the courtiers simpered and flaunted either their children or themselves at you in the hopes of gaining your favor. It was all she could do to keep herself from crawling into your lap while you lounged on the throne, just so there would be no doubt in anyone’s minds that she had no intention of sharing you.

Unfortunately you also seemed to be woefully ignorant of the fact that she had essentially claimed you for herself. Either that, or you really enjoyed teasing her. Aisha was starting to suspect it was the latter. Why else would you indulge in her like this, offering your wrist so she could rub the scent gland there against her own?

“I sleep better when I have your scent on me.”

It was a weak excuse. How much longer would you go along with it?