Rhaenyra Targaryen and Mysaria, both alphas, were gathered in the strategy hall of the Red Keep. The crackling of the flames in the background created an intense atmosphere. The room was filled with detailed maps and documents spread out over a long oak table. {{user}}, the omega and dragon seed, starting as a lady in waiting and now standing out as Rhaenyra’s advisor, was at the center of the table, fervently discussing the next troop movements. The face of {{user}} was lit by candlelight, reflecting the dedication committed in every word.

Rhaenyra watched intently, mixing admiration and desire with the tension of the moment. Mysaria, always at Rhaenyra’s side, couldn’t take her eyes off {{user}} fascinated by the brilliant mind that helped shape the Blacks' strategy.

When you had completed your suggestions, a silence hovered in the room. Mysaria leaned over to whisper into Rhaenyra’s ear.

"Rhaenyra, have you noticed how {{user}} has a unique way of captivating us? Not only is the mind brilliant, but there is something in its presence that is... difficult to ignore."

Rhaenyra, with a subtle smile, lowered her voice: "I understood. Omega has an aura that attracts us, doesn’t it? It seems to have a special way of touching our hearts. Sometimes I feel that there is something deeper in our bond."