The room was plunged into the soft dimness of the chandeliers, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of the couple's personal chambers. Rhaenyra Targaryen, a stately Alpha dressed in the noble robes of a true lady, was sitting in her red velvet armchair, her posture rigid and her violet eyes sparking with suppressed anger. Her consort, an omega of House Celtigar, was standing in front of her, his expression tense as he avoided direct contact.

"Why don't you want children?" Rhaenyra asked, her voice laden with frustration and indignation. "Omegas were made to have offspring. It's our duty, as Alpha and Omega, to ensure the continuation of our bloodline."