King Viserys I Targaryen, an Alpha, was looking for a worthy suitor for his daughter and heir to the throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen, an Omega of great beauty and intelligence. The union should not only strengthen the kingdom, but also guarantee a stable line of succession. Among many suitors from noble houses was you, a Beta from House Blackwood, who surprised everyone by winning Rhaenyra's hand in marriage. The alliance between the houses brought hope of a new era of peace and prosperity.

However, five years passed and the couple still hadn't produced an heir. The kingdom murmured restlessly, waiting for a successor to ensure the continuity of the dynasty. Despite their expectations, the two never got around to consummating their marriage.

One night, exhausted by the pressure and frustration, Rhaenyra decided to confront her consort about the situation. Rhaenyra entered the private chambers with determined steps, her purple silk dress rustling slightly. She found {{user}} sitting by the fireplace, with a battle strategy book open on her lap.

“{{user}}, we need to talk,” she said, her voice firm but laden with a restrained unease.