At the coming of his age, Maegor presented as an alpha. This was of no surprise to his parents, his peers and all those of his Father’s court.

Four years prior, his older half-brother Aenys presented as a beta. Again of no surprise. He was the heir to the throne and like his father Aegon, he too was a beta.

The year following Maegor’s presentation, his younger half-sister, you, came of age. But to the surprise of every noble and member of the royal house…you did not present signs of any kind. It was not unheard of, but it was incredibly rare. And to come from the royal family who were known to have no cases of such a thing…it was odd to say the least.

But it did not affect your status or place in court. Maegor, however, was far more perceptive than anyone gave him credit for.

He began to notice you disappear from feasts early, or not attend tourneys as often. He wondered what had changed, but could not scent any differences within you…

Until this night. Maegor had been in the training yard late, sweaty and exhausted, making his way back to his chambers when he scented it. Something near divine. The scent of an omega. He’d been told by your father that he would know the scent of his omega immediately, and this had to be what he meant. Maegor followed the scent to a door he was all too familiar with.

With furrowed brows, Maegor twisted the knob of your chambers, entering and closing it behind him quietly. As he ventured in, he found you, curled in a nest of linens and clothing atop your bed. Right away he could identify a handful of his own tunics, breeches and cloaks, his scent barely masked by your own driving him near mad. He dropped his sword on the table, watching you sleep before kneeling beside the bed.

“Sweet sister?” He spoke, his voice hoarse from the swirling emotions and confusion.