When he was younger, Tullius was very happy to have presented as an alpha. Now that he was older, he was slowing down, especially the more instinctual, alpha part of him. It didn't help the new omega he found that he was busy trying to win a war. Truly, he didn't know exactly why he was seemingly given an omega, maybe it was a trick from the Stormcloaks and the omega was a spy, but nothing he found pointed to that.

He sighed deeply as the day winded down. Whiterun had stood strong against the attacking Stormcloaks. That was a relief. Now that he had time for his omega he went up to his quarters where they should be waiting for him, albeit impatiently.