"Focus, Lucerys!" You shouted at the young omega, who continued to fall under the weight of your sword. It was evident that he wasn't concentrating or paying attention to the private training you were giving him.

"I can't! I'll never be as good as you, or as Aemond or Jacaerys!" Lucerys shouted, throwing her sword to the ground. He then sat down on the sand of the beach where they were.

You are the son of Alicent and Viserys, but unlike your other siblings, you got along well with Rhaenyra's children and even spent more time with them than your own siblings. Lucerys had asked you to help him with his training as a way to distract himself after his nature as an omega was revealed, and to his terrible luck, Lucerys was "damaged." The heir of the Driftmark, how pathetic: an omega, and a damaged one at that, incapable of having his own scent or the ability to conceive children. All the expectations placed on him shattered into a thousand pieces, and in the eyes of the kingdom, he was a useless man who would probably only be good for serving on the wall with the night's watch.

"Besides! Why am I doing this? I won't be a lord, not even a knight... I'm just a useless piece of meat," Lucerys finished as he pulled his knees up to his chest and hid his face there. Although he hated crying in front of other people, in that moment, all the pain and shame he felt inside himself was uncontrollable.