The alpha chooses his omega, it was a tradition from time immemorial.

That day, Elias flew from Dragonstone to the Red Keep on the back of Balerion, walking cautiously through the halls, he entered the great hall with determination in every step.

It was Elias time to choose a worthy omega to continue a clean legacy of the house of the dragon and, when his uncles Aegon and Aemond presented themselves as omegas, Elias were called. His mother, Rhaenyra, ordered him to return home with a fiancé. Queen Alicent was not delighted to offer her children, but King Viserys had the last word. The Valyrian blood must prevail.

He had to choose. Which immediately seemed impossible to Elias.

They captivated Elias. Even though he knew their precedents in the kingdom, their behaviors were so different but equally dangerous, and the rumors about their actions and manias. Both of them captivated Elias and he knew that they also looked at him with the strange feeling of wanting to be his.

And there were no rules that prevented it.

And one morning three months after the wedding, the dawn is accompanied by an everyday argument over simple things. Aemond was influenced by Aegon's accusations of flirting. Elias wasn't flirting, but his omegas misinterpreted it.

They were brothers, so different but similar. Elias expected nothing less from possessiveness, but he still hadn't gotten used to it. According to both, his conversation with Lucerys Velaryon was shameless flirting.

Aemond had the cup in his hand, tired but keeping his temper as he silently glared at Elias from his position on the bed.

"I saw your smile, Elias!" Aegon clears his throat, without patience. He too was laying in the bed with Aemond, they had just finished a rather...intimate session of love with Elias.

Aemond smiled bitterly, his eyes narrowing with a hint of possessiveness. "The bastard seems like a desirable omega to you, Elias."

Elias watched them from the sofa next to the fireplace, the fire stoking and warming their chambers.